The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Reno Events Center in Reno, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd along the beach, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the beach, at all of the fans filling the sand and surf. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Reno Events Center in Reno, Nevada, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers and applauds as a spotlight shines center stage, and illuminates Amanda Hugginkiss. She is standing on the center of three small stages, wearing a long, sparkling gown and bouffant wig. On the other two stages are similarly dressed drag queens as her "backup" singers and dancers. The music is playing and the performance begins!
Amanda: I don't wanna be the one to tell you so
But there's a little somethin' that you oughta know
We need to have a sister talk about your new man
'Cause, honey, I don't think you understand
I hate to rain on your parade, but just last night, I caught him in your shoes
(The open-toe, gold-sequin stilettos, mmm)
He's pumped up, tan, super clean, and never smelly
He listens to a lot of Liza Minnelli
Spends a little too much time in bathroom stalls (What is he doing?)
Is it me or does his breath smell like balls?
I hate to pop your bubble, but he watches Golden Girls every day (He knows every word)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
And I'm not talkin' just a little fay
You need to tell him to sashay away
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
You're looking at me like, "What is she talking about?"
Let me lay it out so there can be no doubt
Broadway dancer, caftans, and can snap a fan
He ignored you when you had that threeway with another man (Remember?)
I hate to spill the beans, but dudes don't call each other Mary or girlfriend (Girlfriend)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
I'll tell you why I think he swings that way
He drinks skinny vanilla soy lattes
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
It's your party, you can lie if you want to
You say he's the one, but I hear do run run
I know it's hard to find a man who'd ever be fabber
But he's a card carryin' brown pucker poo stabber
You're going to the chapel, thought someday you'd get married
First date was like a dream and then it only got scary'ed
But let's stay on track, he's the leader of the fudge pack
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
You're the last one to know, okay?
He's like literally a walking cliche
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay (He's so gay)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay (He's so gay)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay (Gay, gay, gay)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
The crowd cheers as the performance comes to an end, and Amanda blows kisses out to the crowd as her backup singers/dancers smile and wave. The follow-up camera shot is that of the ringside area, and focuses on Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the broadcast Booth as fans and mark for the camera's attention.
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to the Reno Events Center in Reno Nevada! On behalf of my colleague Jason Adams...
Jason leans over into the camera with a goofy smile and waves.
Simone: ...I am Belinda Simone and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! Tonight, we are closing down to the final stages in the Road To Blaze of Glory X in Los Angeles, California!
Adams: We're going to find out who is going to be in the final four semi-finals of the 2022 Blast From the Past tournament! And two titles are on the line tonight!
Simone: Finn Whelan and Shanee Hawthorne was originally scheduled to be our opening laps tonight, but both men unfortunately had travel issues getting here to the arena. So that match has been canceled until a later time.
Adams: So now it's technically ladies first! Bea Barnhart Mercedes Vargas will kick the night off as only our Bombshells can! Mercedes has been generating a lot of heat lately on social media lately! So if Bea comes out on top tonignt, Mercedes will never hear the end of it!
Simone: Adrienne Beaufort has once again stuck her foot in her mouth without the benefits of anything to wash it down! She made the mistake of publicly calling out the powers-that-be for not booking her. Christian Underwood took umbrage to this and decided to teach the young upstart a lesson by putting her inside of a six-sided ring against none other than the dreaded Masque!
Adams: In the first semi-final match of the night in the 2022 Blast From the Past, Samantha Marlowe and the beast Supreme Machine take on Team Hugs n Cuddles Candy and Goth!
Simone: Two of SCW's very best square off in a generational battle when d-ring veteran in multi-time Champion Alex Jones takes on the young upstart, in the number one Contender to the Internet championship, Jack Washington!
Adams: It's a battle of Number One Contenders! Seleana Zdunich is scheduled to challenge Andrea Hernandez for the Bombshell Internet title at Blaze of Glory X, but tonight she faces the number one Contender to the Roulette title, Diamond Steele! And after that stunt Diamond pulled last week, you better hope she has eyes in the back of her head!
Simone: Then we have championship action when the reigning Internet Champion, "Godly" Ken Davison, puts his title on the line against Matthew "the Raven" Knox!
Adams: And tonight's Main Event decides the last of the Fab Four Semifinalists for next week! World Heavyweight Champion Mac Bane and Mikah go up against Mark Cross and Kat Jones! Annnnd.... Mac Bane's championship will be on the line!
Simone: All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
LIVE! From the Galen Center in Los Angeles, California!
It's....!
The warm afternoon breeze stirs dried grass and broken plastic solo cups, gathering them together in a shifting spiral that taps and bounces its way across hot asphalt. Sat on a broken section of wall dividing the arena from its empty car park – only the first of a dozen heavy transport lorries have even arrived to begin setting up for the evening's Climax Control event – SCW's reclusive Bombshell, Masque, sits idly with her legs extended out to flick the odd cup off-course.
She is wearing a sleeveless blue dress, knee-length hem billowing in the soft wind, cardigan in a lighter shade tied around her shoulders. Unusually, her mask is a more complex design, sporting a superficial, accurately-proportioned face painted in flesh colours. Long blonde hair whips and flails free, restrained only by the black fabric straps holding composite plastic against whatever lies underneath.
Chin tipped up, leaning back to balance her weight inclined perpendicular to the wall running along the concrete bollards, she lets the sun do its work; blue eyes closed. Her disconnected prosthetic sits on the wall nearby, hard facsimiles of fingers becoming hot to the touch in the afternoon brightness.
The sound of a well-tuned engine rises to quickly overpower the clattering grass and cups, and Masque lolls her head to the side nearest the cracked concrete ramp leading into the car park, eyes still closed. The eyes that meet hers are decidedly a bit duller, but give the usual narrow at her presence. More inquisitive nowadays than venomous, but not free of the venom. He makes no move to get out or move to leave the vehicle, instead holding her gaze...
And reaching over to his right, her left, to pat the other side of the bench seat he occupied before reaching over to unlock, and then gently push the door open. His lithe form returned to its previous position, a slight grimace betraying the anguish a body far too old to endure such punishment it had let him know of the continued existence of said anguish.
It probably wasn't good that he was showing weakness around the devil, but here he was.
Slowly, she lets her eyes roll open, takes one final look at the blue sky, and glances down at the open door.
Masque: Good Afternoon, my Songbird ...
With her only hand, she leaps the short distance down onto the asphalt, takes one step towards the shining black and chrome before stopping, reaching back and snatching up her prosthetic. The plastic burns her skin and she squeezes it tightly.
Carefully, Masque stoops inside, placing her prosthetic on top of the dashboard. Extending out the stump of her left hand, those bright eyes look at Knox.
Masque: Would you please help me?
He regards her quietly for a moment, eyes drifting toward the prosthetic before grabbing it from the dashboard and weighing it in his palm. He runs a thumb over the 'fingers' that a week ago had done their best imitation of a caress upon his face before gently reaching his other hand to take her wrist. He concentrates as the engine rumbles in idle, sliding the prosthetic into place like the last piece of a puzzle.
But it wasn't collecting dust in someone's den, picked at idly during bouts of boredom so severe the digital age couldn't. It was sitting beside him–SHE was sitting beside him, staring at him in a way he couldn't pin without the remnants of a high he never asked for fogging up his works. He checks his work, before releasing the prosthetic and returning his gaze to her own.
Matt Knox: I still think you're just taking advantage of my kindness at this point.
The serpentine fingers of her plastic hand twitched, flexing in spasm for a few moments as her nervous system tried to make sense of artificial electrical impulses pretending to be something more natural. They settle and she takes a hold of the side of his seat, squeezing the padding as she lowers herself slowly down and swings each leg over and inside.
She pulls the door closed, glancing around the immaculate interior.
Masque: If I am, then you know, and my attempt will fail. So it does not matter.
Folding her hands into her lap, prosthetic rhythmically moving in a circle of its own design, Masque sat back, letting the cool leather soothe her bare shoulders, tinged with the red attention of the sun.
Masque: Do you have a tissue?
A brief nod as he reached over, across her to open the glove compartment and retrieve the box of tissues therein. A habit he had formed since Marika had become with child, and emotional over the simplest things. The thought of her brought a distant smile to his tired face as he plucked a couple tissues free, offering them to his current copilot.
Matt Knox: I only jest, mostly. If I didn't want to be kind to you, I wouldn't be. But you know that, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't seek my kindness.
He regarded her intently for a moment, before gazing around the carport. The show was hours away. She intrigued him. Hell, the prospect of an enemy being so open with him was intriguing enough. Because, she still was the enemy. Wasn't she?
Matt Knox: Do you...want to take a couple laps around the block? Look at something that isn't fluorescent light and stained tile floor before you beat that poor frenchwoman to death?
Taking the tissue, Masque reached up and released the tension in the straps holding her plastic face in place. Tilting her head slightly away, she lifted the composite up and dabbed underneath, features angled just right so that Knox could just about make out the outline of her chin and for the first time, her lips.
Masque: Miss Beaufort ... I have so many lessons to each her.
She paused, taking a deep breath, exhaling through the mouth. Her lips pursed and then she smiled. Brightly. Keeping the mask raised just off her chin, she cocked her head to the side, finding Knox's gaze.
Masque: She will learn so much.
Scrunching up the tissue, she pushed the plastic back down and twisted the tensioner back to take up the slack.
She nodded.
Masque: Take me on your wings, Songbird.
Matt Knox: You can take that off, if you want by the way...
He wasn't sure where it came from, but he was sure of the sincerity. He reached to the column, pulling the gearshift into reverse as he backed out of the space then a dutiful, archaic "clunk' into drive as he pulled from the drear of the parking lot, out into the expanse of the city hosting an equally archaic violence.
Matt Knox: Lessons...Take me on your wings. Forgive my brazenness, as you have so many times before, but I wonder. The waxing poetic, were you always like that? Or is it part and parcel with the...
He motioned a circle over her form, unable to find words polite enough for 'butchering and replacement' as he had come to assume was what happened to her. He focused on the road only as much as he needed to, committing most of his mental energy to preserving the detail of what he saw when her mask slipped. Painting an image should she choose not to reveal it to him as invited.
Maybe, reconstructing who she was to understand what she had become? Who knows. He didn't like thinking that many steps ahead.
She watches the road stretch up ahead, the infinite on something so obviously, objectively finite.
Masque: I could, because you do not have all the pieces which would make it truly impactful ...
Her flesh-and-blood hand climbed to press against her chest. She cocked her head to the side.
Masque: At least ... Not yet. Are you wondering what you would see if I did?
Her prosthetic hand reaches up, tracing around the interior trim – dancing from metal insert to plastic fascia.
Masque: Are you asking me if I am fucked up?
She leans back, settling into the leather and her eyes close again.
Masque: All good Monsters, Songbird ...
Suddenly, they open and she sits up a little.
Masque: No, I was not always like this. But it has been a very, very long time ...
She looks at him, fully at him – into him.
Masque: Six years old ... And I forgive you.
Matt Knox: Forgive me? Are you blaming me, or painting with a broad brush when it comes to what changed you?
He paused, depressing the brakes as he failed to catch a light. Long digits drum gently upon the steering wheel as he mulls over the rest of the information. A slight smirk crosses his lips, white teeth glimmering for a moment as a sad chuckle escapes him.
Matt Knox: Six...what a coincidence, oh Porcelain devil mine...that's when my life went to hell, although it wasn't quite so rosey before. Suppose it's just...something that makes us perfectly cliche at the end of it. Two people, childhood trauma and no idea how to deal with it grow up to become monsters no one cares to understand...
A sneer at the ridiculousness of it all, before he turned to stare at her quietly. All of her. Somehow, she seemed smaller each time they spoke. More vulnerable. What once was a mountainous wall around her now seemed little more than a bushel of thorns. An inconvenience replacing the impossible. And yet, he dare not step over.
It might be what she wanted, and they were enemies after all.
Weren't they?
Matt Knox: And fucked up...no, you're not fucked up. You're so much worse, dear. You're Human.
She nodded at that, curling her prosthetic around the seatbelt.
Masque: Oh, it is the perfect mix of fragility and cold, implacable logic. I know what I am, and I choose to be that way, because I could stop, if I chose to ...
Reaching up, she untied the simple knot made from both arms of her cardigan, dragging it free from her shoulders. The knot of a tell-tale surgical scar peeked up from her bosom and spread out to guard her neck.
Masque: But I will not. Such imperfection ...
As the Impalla braked hard at the junction, she turned to look at him.
Masque: Tell me Songbird – I am curious. What do you see?
She leaned forwards, studying him now, her eyes panning over his face, following the contours of his cheeks, the lines, the stories that made the lines.
Masque: Do you see weakness? Am I disarmed to you because I treat you with dignity?
Her prosthetic reached out, resting lightly on top of the hand he rested against the gear stick.
Masque: Should I be grotesque and vile to make myself more formidable? No ... My actions speak for me. Oh, the things I have seen ...
And then, for a while, she was somewhere else. Plastic fingers flexed on his in a jerking motion. He soaked in her words while doing all he could to not shrink beneath her gaze. The fingers flexing caused him to upturn his hand, taking them within his grip as if he could steady a prosthetic.
Matt Knox: No, I don't see weakness. You treat me with the respect one should their equal, no matter where their intention lies compared to their own. We might be opponents, but I am not here to conquer you and drive you under...and I don't think you want that of me. No...when I look at you I...
He searched for the appropriate word for a moment, squeezing the prosthetic without realizing it before letting the sentiment fall out.
Matt Knox: Another. Like me. Like Amber. Someone gifted, and cursed all the same with having overcome the worst life has to offer. Just...with a different point of view, I suppose?
Masque: You see kinship ... That surprises me, my Songbird.
A loud and sustained horn blares from behind. She looks up at the shining green light.
Masque: I think we are supposed to go.
Releasing his hand, she turns back towards the windscreen. For a while, there is a strange silence. She spends most of it looking at her prosthetic, watching it buzz and move and twist under its own baffling intent.
Masque: I am not going to be redeemed, Songbird. I will do what I came here to do, or you will stop me. Or someone else will. This will end in pain, and suffering. Even if I am successful, and I will do everything in my power to be so, it will cost me everything. I think you know this too ...
She looks out of the passenger window, catching sight of a roadside cafe. Something else seizes her attention and she sits up closer, pressing her plastic face to the glass.
Masque: Will you stop the car here? I would like some ice cream.
A double take, as if questioning how serious she was. Then a simple nod as he pulled up to the curb, letting the engine idle in park for a moment as he filed this information away like it was really anything special. Who didn't like ice cream, after all?
Matt Knox: Ice cream parlour, muscle car. If not for the band of gold, and a time displacement of 70 years we'd be three steps from discussing dowries right now, Ma–.
A pause, a shift of his body toward her as a genuine curiosity overtook him.
Matt Knox: Don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me what you were called, before?
A long shot, most assuredly but he couldn't help but ask. The curiosity had been there for a while, likely shared with everyone in the back. He wondered briefly if he could try and pry the answer from Red later before dismissing it. That woman wouldn't give up another's secrets any sooner than her own.
She pushed the door open and swung her legs out, heels pressing down into the concrete. She looked back towards Knox over her shoulder.
Masque: You are so desperate for me to let you in, Songbird. I am reluctant, I do not think you understand that this will only end in misery ...
She moves to lift herself out of the seat but stops, dropping back down. Folding one leg back into the car, she looks at him again.
Masque: Tell me how badly you want to know.
She pushed up against the edge of her seat, closer to him now – close enough that her perfume drifts over thanks to the warm afternoon breeze blowing in through the open door.
Masque: Do you want me to let you inside, and tell you something not even my Hurricane knows? Make me believe you do.
He stared down at her, before leaning down to be eye level. The vanilla of his cologne and tobacco of his worst, consistent habit wafting to meet her own perfume as his brow furrowed, eyes flicking to focus upon one eye, then the other.
Matt Knox: Do I need to? Do I want to? I think the fact you're even entertaining it tells me that you want me in as much as you think I want in...or maybe I'm just a presumptuous dick.
He wet his lips, shifting once and tilting his head.
Matt Knox: But, let me entertain this...what can I do to show you that I'm comfortable ending this in such promised misery?
Reaching forward, she curls the plastic fingers of her prosthetic under his jaw. With her free hand, Masque reaches up and again releases the tension in the straps holding her plastic face in place. They fall away, the composite porcelain only held in place with her forefinger.
She scoops her knees up onto the seat, leaning forwards until she is resting her weight on his shoulder, mask pressed up against his ear. Her prosthetic tightens its grip, holding his head forwards.
Masque: You will need to promise ...
Suddenly, the mask falls down into his lap. Her voice drops to a low whisper, more than loud enough a few scant millimetres from his ear.
Masque: I will give you such a precious thing, power over me ... But you will need to promise to hold it as our secret. On the life of the new life you are bringing into this awful world ...
Her lips grace against the side of his head.
Masque: Are you ready to let me show you my vulnerability, Songbird?
He squeezed his eyes shut, not to recoil from what she hid beneath the mask but to fight through the fog of her presence, her perfume. Taking a tight grip onto the virtuous man he strove to be, fighting against his worse nature as he nodded once.
Matt Knox: I swear, on my only begotten son it never leaves my lips after it does yours...
He brought a hand up, curling fingers beneath the prosthetic where it attached. Fingertips pressing into her wrist and taking her pulse. His own skipping to find it so steady.
And so she pressed her lips against his ear, drew in a long and languid breath, and breathed out her name.
She held her face there, close, for a few more moments until her prosthetic released him on its journey down to retrieve her mask, remaining in contact with him by a single finger marking its trail. He could have looked – she supposed – if he had wanted to and saw what he had already asked to see.
She retrieved the mask, brought it back up and turned away, head lowered while she gathered her long hair and untangled the straps.He mulled it for a moment, before sliding across the seat, hands coming up and taking the straps from her as he dutifully set them into place for her as he had done before. Now, it was him who leaned in to share although he did little to hide his voice.
Matt Knox: Not near as impactful, granted...but my middle name is Aloysius. Now we've both left this with ice cream, and knowledge, hm?
Masque: We will both regret that I told you my name ...
She leans back, pulling up her hair to give him better access as he fixes the straps in place.
Masque: But I could not stop any of this if I wanted to, and I do not want to.
When he is finished, she climbs out of the car and into the sun. She turns, sees the queue of busy patrons extending out from the parlour, and steps back. Her prosthetic whirs, flexing and twisting.
Masque: Mint ... Please.
She sinks back into the passenger seat.
Masque: I will wait in the car.
He regards her for a moment before bursting out in laughter at the ridiculous notion of her shying from anything. He waves a hand through the air, nodding once.
Matt Knox: Had I known it was crowds that could win me this war, I would have taken you out for ice cream sooner...and mint is terrible, Masque but...as the lady wants.
He reached out, offering one comforting squeeze on the shoulder as he threw his door open.
Matt Knox: For what it's worth, I'd not think twice being seen in a crowd with you. Anything happens, honk twice.
He slid out of the car then ,heading for the back of the line and failing miserably to blend in as any 6'6 man who looked like he'd lost a fight with a bus would.
Watching him walk away, her prosthetic abruptly ceased its mindless, rhythmic twitching and stilled. Narrowing her bright blue eyes, she ran her flesh-and-blood hand along the dashboard, glancing at her reflection in the shining chrome inserts.
Masque: I am not shy ...
She leaned in closer, interrogating what she saw.
Masque: I hate them. Every single one of them.
Balling her plastic fingers into a fist, she looked back out towards Knox.
Masque: We will show them there are so many more things worse than death ... Together.
Backstage, the crowd watching on the SCW-Tron cheers as SCU star Helluva Bottom Carter walks backstage, a young man on a mission with a hesitant expression on his youthful face. His eyes scan the names on the doors of the various dressing rooms, until they fall upon the one that he is searching for and he comes to a stop.
The camera pans over for a brief moment to the placard on the door that reads "Amber Ryan - World Champion." He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before releasing it through pursed lips. He then slowly, almost hesitantly, reaches up and wraps his knuckles on the wooden door.
Amber Ryan: It's open... unless you're selling Thin Mints, then you need to leave immediately.
As the door is cracked open hesitantly, Amber slowly pushes up from the wooden bench- World Title perched defiantly on shoulder - with a curious and perhaps slightly confused half-smile.
Amber Ryan: Oh, please don't tell me you're lost or something cause you are one of the LAST people I wanna see round here...
Carter peeks to the door and openly winces, realizing and understanding that this was most certainly not going to be easy. Knowing that Amber had every right to be upset at him, he slips through the crack in the door but takes heed not to shut it behind him. Not that he was afraid there would be any sort of physical altercation, but he was pretty sure that a man stepping inside of her dressing room and shutting the door behind him, a man that was not her husband, could possibly start tongues wagging. Backstage gossip was part of sport in professional wrestling. He takes a single step forward and holds his arms around himself, almost fidgeting.
HBCarter: Look. Um, I know you have zero interest in seeing me or hearing what I have to say. But I really owe you an apology and an explanation. If you're willing?
Amber offers him the floor, albeit a little sarcastically as she shirts her stance less defensively and crosses her arms with an expectant eyebrow raise.
Amber Ryan: By all means... doesn't change much, but doesn't hurt anyone either.
Carter nods.
HBCarter: This... isn't an excuse. It's a reason, really. If that makes any sense? To make a long story short, your partner, your former partner, has been making my life a living hell down in SCU. Particularly when he was a member of GRIME, but even long after that debacle ended.
He unfolds his arms and steps his hands inside of his skinny jean pockets, a miracle in itself.
HBCarter: He's the one I lost the TV title to down there, but I lost it because he had a number of his friends interfere in the match and gang up on me. Then at least two other times when I was involved in a match with him, the same thing happened. I know, I sound like a bitter, whiny teenager.
He holds a hand up and sighs.
HBCarter: Then it really hit the fan when we were competing in an elimination match for the underground championship. It was just down to him, myself and Mz.Holly. Holly and I ended up hitting each other while he just stood there, and they just handed the championship over to him without him actually doing anything to earn it in the match. Then he's been making YOU look like a saint in all of his subsequent defenses since he won it. He was scheduled for a defense against Holly, and he and his buddies beat the living hell out of her so we didn't have to defend the title. So Holly came up with the idea of me posing as her to give those sons of bitches a taste of their own medicine. Well I ended up winning the match and the title, but he went running to that paid off general manager we had at the time and got the title handed back to him! They put the title on the line again between himself and Holly, and just like all the times before, his buddies ran interference for him to help him retain because he just can't win a match without some sort of interference.
He shrugs his shoulders and looks defeated.
HBCarter: You didn't deserve to be the collateral damage in what was going on between the two of us. But when you doubted it when I said he deserved everything I did, I just figured you deserved the whole story. And that apology.
Thoughtfully, Amber unfolds her arms and buries one hand into the front pocket of her hoodie with a nod..
Amber Ryan: Don't think I don't get it, darl. I'm never going to say your actions against my former partner were anything but retaliation and justified. I'm not entirely as ignorant as people think I am...
Stepping closer, the half-smile broadens into something that resembles genuine emotion to the point it's a little uncomfortable. Amber pulls her hand from her pocket and rests it on Carter's shoulder firmly while the other steadies the belt on her shoulder.
Amber Ryan: ... what you need to understand though, from the perch where I'm watching all of this take place - you brought the mud on your shoes and you wiped it on my doormat cause you saw someone you feel retaliatory against say they thought it was neat. Whatever your issue is, I'm not here to make it any less to you...
Amber squeezes his shoulder, the smile briefly fluttering into something venomous before dissipating again like an optical illusion.
Amber Ryan: ... but I like to think you'll understand a little better after all of this that regardless of how well meaning you might be intending.
Pulling in closely, voice dropped to a whisper, Amber leans in as closely as she dared.
Amber Ryan: ... Life lessons, like actions taken in haste, have consequences... Darling.
That being said, Carter just looks elsewhere, anywhere other than at Amber directly, and nods.
HBCarter: Understood.
He then takes the ultimate risk and turns his back to Amber and quietly slips back out of the dressing room door, this time shutting it behind him.
Bea is seen backstage walking down the hallway to the staging area to be ready for her entrance for her match against Mercedes Vargas. Walking next to Bea is her husband, and mentor, Bill Barnhart. The cameraman steps up and starts walking with them. Bea looks into the camera to present some comments.
Bea: I'm sure you're wondering why Bill is with me on my walk to the staging area. You probably assume he will be in my corner during the match but you're wrong. Bill wanted to walk me to the stating area and that's all there is to it. I can handle myself in my matches and I don't need anyone in my corner to help me.
The two continue to walk down the hallway then they make a right turn to walk to the stating area.
Bea: Bill is a huge support for me. He is my husband, lover, trainer, and partner in life. He has worked with me getting ready for this match with Mercedes. Nobody expects me to win except for myself and Bill. Yes I took a loss to Mercedes by pinfall at Climax Control 277 on August 23, 2020, but I was still new to the sport of wrestling and I have improved immensely since that time.
Bea and Bill arrive at the staging area. Bill smiles at Bea then gives her a hug and a kiss before wishing her the best in her match. Bill turns and walks back to their dressing room area to wait for Bea's return after her match..
Bea: Tonight I either impress everyone and move up in the rankings or I don't. If, for some reason, I don't win this match then I will continue working hard to move up in my level of experience. When I do win this match it will open many doors which are currently closed to me. We'll find our shortly.
Bea is smiling as she is ready to make her entrance and make her mark in Sin City Wrestling.
Justin: The following Bombshells contest is scheduled for one fall...
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Adams: We've got some Bombshells action coming your way and it begins with someone who is trying to cause such a stir in recent weeks in Mercedes Vargas, a round one Blast from the Past elimination who is really trying to go after Amber Ryan due to the fact that she wasn't pinned...
Simone: She really has been the vocal spoilsport as of late but she's not going to be handed a shot at Amber just because of that. She's got to work her way there. She can do that tonight if she can get a victory today.
Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar starts to play and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. She is dressed in black leather pants, a white pullover type tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket, which is basically a tough street girl look. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into the corner then after playing the crowd she jumps down and settles into the corner to wait for the match to start.
Justin: And her opponent, from Lawrenceville, Georgia... weighing in at 130 pounds... BEA BARNHART!
Adams: Bea Barnhart is looking to keep her momentum going after her most recent win against Kaiju Rainbow. If she can knock off Mercedes, she may be able to be back in the title conversation.
Simone: I would not hold my breath on that to be honest. Sure, she beat Kaiju Rainbow, but it is starting to look like Kaiju is going to be a disappointment in the division more than anything. Say what you will about Mercedes, but you know she's a lifer here for a reason.
DING DING DING!
Mercedes and Bea circle the ring for a bit. Mercedes makes the first move going after Bea, but Bea decks her with a clothesline. Mercedes gets up and then Bea knocks her down with another clothesline. Mercedes is still able to get back up again, but Bea kicks her in the gut and then she lifts her up and takes her down with a flapjack. Bea has a smirk on her face as Mercedes uses the ropes to pull herself back up. She walks over to Bea who gives her a headbutt. Mercedes staggers for a bit then Bea takes her down with a jawbreaker. She drops down and makes the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Bea is confident as she stands up and goes to the top rope. She dives and goes for a diving headbutt, but Mercedes moves out of the way and Bea crash lands into the mat. Mercedes quickly gets back to her feet and Bea gets to her knees. Mercedes runs in and gives Bea a running knee to the chest to knock her flat to the mat. She takes some time to measure her as she gets to the second rope. Once Bea gets to her knees, Mercedes dives and knocks her down with an axe handle from behind. Bea drops to the mat and Mercedes turns her over for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Bea started things out in control, but ultimately, Mercedes was able to turn things around real quickly and she's got the advantage now.
Simone: I'm not so sure that going for the diving headbutt was the smart move. Against an agile athlete like Mercedes, even at her age, you can't give her room to breathe.
Mercedes stands up and waits for Bea to do the same. Once she does so, Mercedes knees Bea in the gut, causing her to double over. After that, she leaps and drops Bea with a Floatover DDT. Mercedes gets to her knees, expressing confidence in her face. Bea slowly gets back to her knees, but that's as far as Mercedes allows her to get to as she comes back and nails her with a shining wizard hitting her square in the chest. Bea goes down and Mercedes steps through the ropes. She springboards off the top rope and nails bea with a somersault legdrop. Mercedes hooks the leg for the pinfall attempt...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As Mercedes is standing up, she is seeing that Bea is beginning to do the same. She stays focused and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Bea manages to duck it. Mercedes spins around back to Bea who picks her up and then brings her back down with a belly to belly suplex! Bea stands up and recovers her breath at this point. Mercedes is getting to her knees, but Bea drags her back up to her feet. She whips her off of the ropes and when Mercedes comes back to her, Bea nails her with a bicycle kick right in the chops. Mercedes goes down to the mat in a heap and Bea drops down to cover her.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: A wicked shot from Bea and she's firmly established herself back in control here. Mercedes wasn't looking good taking that in the chin.
Simone: Bea needs to learn from her mistake from earlier and stay on her. When you're able to ground someone like Mercedes with a move like that, it can really stall her momentum. Bea right now is on the right track.
Bea remains focused and applies a camel clutch to Mercedes who is starting to look quite uncomfortable. Bea torques the jaw just to make things more painful for Mercedes, but she is still able to grab the bottom rope. Bea hangs onto the hold until the referee begins a five-count. Bea breaks at four. She allows Mercedes to use the ropes to pull herself up. Mercedes staggers to Bea who kicks her in the gut and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker. Bea stands up. Once Mercedes gets to her knees, she drags her up to her feet and nails her with a Fisherman's suplex right into a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Bea isn't very happy with this and she stands up again. Mercedes gets back up. Bea headbutts her and grabs her, hoping to nail something, but Mercedes counters with a headbutt of her own. Bea staggers herself and then Mercedes leaps and nails Bea with a standing hurricanrana. Bea goes into the ropes and Mercedes takes advantage by running at her and nailing her with a double knee to the back. Bea falls back on the mat and Mercedes is quick to go to the top rope. Bea stands up and Mercedes leaps into a senton that takes Bea down into the mat and pins her shoulders into it.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Mercedes was not about to let Bea completely dominate things. Again, Mercedes had room to take to the skies and she took full advantage of that!
Simone: Veteran instinct really kicked in there for Mercedes. Someone has to take control of this match though. It's been pretty even so far.
Mercedes follows up by applying a crucifix armbar to Bea. Bea grimaces for a bit and she struggles with a move, but she is able to drag herself over to the bottom rope and grab it. Mercedes breaks the hold and then stands up. Bea uses the ropes to get back to a vertical base, but Mercedes delivers a knee to the back to get her off the ropes. Bea turns around and Mercedes kicks her in the gut. Mercedes grabs Bea around the head and then leaps off the second rope, bringing down Bea with a springboard tornado DDT right near the center of the ring. Mercedes wastes no time turning Bea over and going for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Mercedes seems to be a bit concerned, but not too much as she drags Bea back to a vertical base. Before she can do anything else, Bea rakes her in the eyes. Mercedes is blinded and then Bea picks her up and nails her with a gutbuster. Mercedes has the wind knocked out of her for a bit as she crawls on the mat. Bea runs up to her and kicks her in the chest to further knock the wind out of her. Mercedes drops down to the mat and then Bea runs up to her, leaps and nails her with a running body splash. Bea turns over Mercedes and goes for another cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Nice running body splash, even though Mercedes was able to kick out of it. Bea seems to know what she is doing in there against a veteran like Mercedes.
Simone: This is the point in the match where Bea needs to dominante and take things home from here. If Mercedes turns things around, this may not be good for her. You can't let a veteran like Mercedes hang around too long.
Bea stands up and she's starting to get pissed off. Mercedes is barely starting to do the same. Bea gives her a shoulder tackle that sends her right into the corner. Mercedes looks like she's out of breath as Bea delivers a few knife edge chops across the chest. Bea then gives Mercedes an armdrag out of the corner. Mercedes is a bit worse for wear at this point. She gets to her knees, but Bea runs up to her and nails her in the chest with a running dropkick. Mercedes goes down. Bea does her diligence to get her back up. She grabs her around the head, springboards off the middle rope and connects with the Bea Bulldog! Bea turns her over for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Bea stands up in disbelief but doesn't have time to complain as Mercedes gets back up. She nails her with a dropkick. Mercedes gets up, but Bea picks her up and body slams her. She goes for the legdrop to complete the One-Two-Three, but Mercedes rolls out of the way at the last second. Bea winces in pain as she holds her lower back. She is able to get back up, but Mercedes kicks her in the gut. Mercedes gets Bea up, and she's got her in a gory neckbreaker position. She carries her over to the center of the ring and then drops her with the Mercy Shot. Bea goes down to the mat in a heap and then Mercedes turns her over and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of this match... MERCEDES VARGAS
Mercedes gets to her knees and has a smirk on her face when her hand is raised in victory.
Adams: And that is why Mercedes is the veteran that she is. She telegraphed what Bea was going to do and she managed to avoid the legdrop, then she wasted no time finishing her off and getting the victory.
Simone: Bea gave it a good fight and everything, but this was definitely the match where experience won out in the end.
Roulette Championship
"Bulldog" Bill Barnhart (c) v Alexander Raven
Backstage, inside the relative privacy of her small assigned dressing room, one of SCW's most unusual Bombshells tilts her only flesh-and-blood hand around and through the flowing water of the bathroom sink. Reaching for a cloth bandage unspooled by the tap, she shuts off the flow and begins to bind the material around the angry contusions pockmarked across her palm. Satisfied with the tight fit, she cuts the excess free and wanders back through a doorway.
Her blue-painted plastic face is scored with a thick series of deep cuts, composite porcelain gouged to primer white by the telltale touch of a sharp blade or three. Cracks spiral in lazy hemispheres around a crushed temple, acting as rings around depressions where the material is stoved in hard.
The plastic fingers of her prosthetic whir and twist, speckled in red. She did not look up.
Masque: I am glad to see you again.
Amber Ryan: One of us has to be.
Loitering in the open, World Bombshells' title still slung over her shoulder in pride of place – as though permanently affixed, Amber Ryan studied dutifully albeit distantly.
Her stance suggested she came peacefully, however the bruises on her knuckles that peeked from the edges of an oversized black hoodie suggested otherwise.
Amber Ryan: Maybe next time, you give me some notice that you're gonna start pulling at strings in my head. I don't tend to like myself much in the aftermath and I'd like the opportunity to dampen some of that shrapnel next time...
Looking up, the fingers of her prosthetic squeezing together to make a fist – scratched where the shards of glass had cut in – Masque climbed to her feet. She began a familiar circle around Amber, a lopping, pseudo-hop of a gait as she moved.
Masque: You were magnificent.
She stopped, blue eyes rolling shut and she took a deep, chest-rattling breath.
Masque: Now, you diminish yourself. The moral compass is removed from my magnetic disruption and tries to point true, reminding you of everything you are supposed to be. But you are right, my Hurricane ...
The taller woman steps towards her, broken-face-to-face. She runs a plastic forefinger down the face of the Bombshells' Title.
Masque: I did pull your strings ...
She pauses, and for a moment, her eyes look away in what might in any normal circumstance have been confused for contrition. Surely not ...
Masque: But there was no other way. You were not progressing – stuck at the penultimate stage of your rebirth, caught in endless repetition. The consequences of this are already manifest. An intervention was required.
Drawing meandering patterns on the shining gold, she cocked her head to the side.
Masque: And oh, how you intervened. Do you remember how he begged? A Songbird once told me that mercy was a quality even of Monsters ...
A laugh. Sing-song.
Masque: The best monsters, My Hurricane ...
Amber Ryan: Yeah, I get it. However your idea of 'progression' and mine seem to be a little... disparate. Songbirds sing about evils in the same way children describe fear – simply and with little more than a surface understanding.
Shifting the gold out from beneath Masque's finger with a definitive throat clearing. Amber drew the attention back to being face to face, or as closely as the relative height difference would allow.
Amber Ryan: I'm not proud of anything back there, I didn't enjoy it. Karma reaps its own consequences, sometimes it just needs a guiding hand... Don't start mistaking yourself as another 'savior' though.
Without warning, Masque dipped her head, planted a proxy-plastic kiss on Amber's forehead and twisted away, clapping her hands together.
Masque: Yes! Oh ... This is exciting!
She whirled, keeping her back to Amber. Leaning down towards her travel case, she pulled a familiar worn wooden box free, flipped the catch and removed a white prosthetic encircled by painted thorns.
When she looked back at the Champion, her eyes were hard.
Masque: At last, I was so very tired of your lack of clarity. You finally grasp this. You did not enjoy it, precisely. You were a living weapon, carrying out its function to inflict misery on your opponents, your enemies. Weapons do not live for the thrill; they do not desire anything, they simply do. And while you stand here and justify your actions with flawed schools of philosophical thought ...
Masque: Karma ...
The words were practically spat.
Masque: A small word, created by those who had to suffer misery instead of inflicting it – a mechanism by which they attributed their pain to some grand scheme of rationalisation. No.
She twisted her plastic hand free, dropping it to the floor and climbing back to her feet. She turned back towards Amber.
Masque: You should not enjoy it. You should not fear it. Not happy, not sad. Indifferent, clinical. Functional. A machine made for misery. You cannot see it now, can you? Rationality, soft impulses in the meat of your head cloud it, but last night ...
Her mask shifted at the obvious smile underneath.
Masque: You lived it, for a while. Or what would your Man in The Hat say ...
She tapped the titanium rod of her stump against her pseudo-face.
Masque: You took it around the world for a spell.
Flickers of something glimmered through the forced apathy, twitches at the corner of a lip, the brief narrowed glare in her eyes. Unconvinced and yet in complete agreement with the logic.
Amber Ryan: Always have, it's just a shame you're only seeing it through this lens. If you wanted gratuitous violence and a severe lack of empathy there were far more... effective... ways of eliciting it. Next time you wanna go prodding on through my synapses, start snipping at wires – take a real deep breath and consider whether you're willing to take that shrapnel.
For a few seconds, Masque said nothing. Instead, chin turned up towards the bu
ing fluorescent lights, she just watched Amber.Masque: It is time for you to make a decision, and you will not believe something so important can be made so matter-of-factly.
She stepped back, until her legs pressed against the benches and she sat down.
Masque: You are a difficult pupil, so these lessons must be difficult in turn. But it is time to think very carefully about what that means to you.
She raised her stump, pointing at the Bombshells' Title.
Masque: Your enemies close in from every side, and they multiply no matter how hard you put them down, how completely you dismantle them. They find new ways to skewer you, and even those who should share the burden somehow conspire to weaken you. Blast From The Past ...
She cocked her head again.
Masque: While you are focused on fighting me, resisting, spending resource you cannot afford, they are getting closer. You are getting weaker ...
Masque reached up and tucked a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear, the top still sporting a fresh cut from the previous night's misadventure.
Masque: It is time. Make a decision.
Reaching down to pick up the box and its white, combat-blessed prosthetic, she held both in her palm.
Masque: Say the word, and you will never see me again, Amber. You are so powerful, perhaps you really could do this all on your own ...
Her musing continued.
Masque: So, one word from my Champion, and I will extract all the poison and cut all the supposed puppet strings ...
She stood, box in awkwardly hand with one hand and her stump, and closed the distance until they were plastic-to-face again.
Masque: It is time for My Hurricane to decide whether her resplendence is complete. Tell me. Have you learned all your lessons?
She should have walked away long before this. Turned away at the first sign of Sin City being doused and set alight at her own hands. Amber should have pulled away, left Masque to whatever devices she'd have left without a Hurricane to guide...
Amber Ryan: I already chose Rapture...
A smirk at the edge of her lips blossomed, the haughty glint in her eye sparking like the first wisps of a flame.
Amber Ryan: ... Don't make me regret it.
Fiercely, Amber was the first to pull from the touchless embrace as though pulling herself back from the edge of a void that smiled back. That faint air of forced Champion's arrogance lingering in her wake as she disappeared from the room.
Reaching into the box resting in her lap, Masque forced the painted composite down onto her stump and locked it in place with a savage twist.
Masque: ... Oh, the things we will do together.
The fingers curled Suggestively. Responsively. Eagerly.
The scene opens backstage where we see French Bombshell Adrienne Beaufort getting ready for an interview with Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Adrienne, tonight you are facing Masque in your first match since Inception V, you brought this match about when you tweeted about not being booked to wrestle, do you regret that choice?
Adrienne sighs in annoyance.
Adrienne: Did Christian give you a pay rise to say that?
Simone: Much as I'd like to say otherwise, no, I'm just reporting the facts as I see them.
At this point Katie comes onto the scene with a drink in each hand, Katie passes one drink to Adrienne and stands beside her client.
Katie: Sorry, went to get me and Adrienne drinks and the interview slot just snuck up on me.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: No problem the interview had just started.
Katie: She hasn't said anything yet, right?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I pointed out how her match against Masque came about and she asked if I was offered a pay rise from Christian for asking it.
Katie messages her forehead with her free hand.
Katie: I swear to god Adrienne, I'm going to be an alcoholic by the time Summer XXXTreme X rolls around!
Adrienne: What? The way she asked it insinuated that this match was my fault........
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I mean, it is.
Adrienne: It's my fault for wanting to wrestle?
Katie looks like she's about to age about ten years.
Katie: Can we please proceed with this interview before I have an aneurism?
Rocky and Adrienne: Fine!
Adrienne lets out a deep breath and Rocky proceeds as normal.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So, as I was saying, what are your thoughts on this?
Adrienne: I'm not about to deny that Masque is terrifying but her loss in Blast from the Past proved that she isn't invincible, tonight she's losing her first singles match!
Katie: And hopefully I won't lose my sanity.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: On the subject of your social media presence, how will you avoid another incident like this?
Adrienne: Our initial plan was for Katie to take over the SCW side of my Twitter account, now I'm simply going to run anything SCW related by Katie.
Katie: She's a lovely girl but she desperately needs a Social Media Course of some kind, until we find one I'm vetting anything she tweets.
Rocky nods before she walks off, after a few seconds Katie sighs before turning to Adrienne.
Adrienne: What? I'm not allowed to stand up for myself?
Katie: No one's saying your not Adrienne, but Ms. Rocky Mountains has been in SCW since the beginning and has been impartial that whole time.
Adrienne: I've got enough stress on my plate with the Emerald situation, I don't need questions like that on top of that!
Katie: I understand that but you need to watch what you say, on or off camera and on or off social media! Besides, you've got a match to prepare for.
Adrienne: Right.
Adrienne walks off and Katie sighs to herself.
Katie: I made it through Caleb's song parody phase without needing to dive into the alcohol, yet I can't manage at eighteen year old rookie without longing for the stuff.
Katie sighs as she looks at the ceiling.
Katie: Maybe I should ask the bosses if they could add Caleb to Adrienne's contract as her co-manager alongside me? Can't do any worse than Matthew and Marty!
Katie adds before walks off after Adrienne and the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... Masque De Lune...
The arena is plunged into darkness. A single spotlight illuminates the entranceway, as the choral refrain asks, "Will the Circle be Unbroken?" Stepping into the brightness, Masque drops to her knees and with a head tipped upwards, stares into the rafters - arms held outwards. After a few seconds she brings her gloved palms together in an apparent moment of prayer.
Climbing back to her feet, Masque interlocks her fingers and makes her languid way down the ramp, hands pressed together against her chest. Periodically, she stops in front of a gesticulating, whooping member of the audience and offers them her hand. Some shrink back, others grasp it with theirs. All quieten as she turns her eyes on them.
Pausing at the ring steps, she drops to one knee and touches a hand from her heart onto the metalwork, running fingers against scuffed steel. Once she climbs onto the apron Masque raises a long leg up, hovers it just above the top rope and rolls through; using momentum to spin her entire body over and inside in a single fluid twirl. She lands sitting on the mat, hands clasped together again and looking up at the lights.
Justin: and her opponent...
The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.
Justin: Introducing first, from Paris. France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!
The two women share a high five before they make their way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Katie takes up her position at ringside whilst Adrienne poses for the fans.
The ref moves in and checks for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung...
DING DING DING!
Masque stares at Beaufort, while Beaufort warms up by jogging on the spot. They begins to move around the ring as Masque begins to jog and warm up as they both look hesitant to make the first move as they take their time before slowly moving in and they lock up and briefly jockey until Beaufort connects with a knee to Masque's torso, but Masque responds with a hard forearm across Beaufort's head. Beaufort stumbles away but quickly recomposes herself, as she and Masque stare at each other and dance on the spot and inch closer and closer again hesitant in getting any closer than they should. However, Beaufort is the first to blink and rushes Masque to try and catch her off guard and strike first but Masque swings with a spinning heel kick, which Beaufort ducks before following up with a forearm but Masque ducks and steps back.
Simone: Hesitant start between these two, as neither want to make the first move. But eventually Beaufort makes the first move with a knee strike, but Masque respond with a hard forearm, which stuns Beaufort a little, but she quickly recovers.
Adams: Beaufort wanted a match, and she is in one, but she isn't wanting to make the first proper move.
Simone: However, she does not make a move and rushes Masque, but Masque goes for a spinning heel kick, but Beaufort ducks and Beaufort follows up with a forearm.
Masque quickly backs away as Beaufort lets out a heavy breath as she glares at Masque before moving away from the ropes herself as they got back to the dodging and weaving as they hesitantly get closer and closer with Beaufort looking to make the first move and she gets closer, but Masque momentarily shy's away before dodging past and grabs Beaufort by the waist before releasing and driving a forearm into the back of Beaufort's leg, which she drops to a single knee but is quickly back to her feet and turns back to Masque, where she kicks out and connects to Masque's stomach, who stumbles back holding her torso.
Adams: And the match neutralises again with neither having the upper hand. They once more begins to dodge and weave and figure out their next move and Beaufort approaches, but Masque is ready and she throws a forearm against Beaufort's leg, giving her maybe a slightly dead leg but Beaufort responds back with a kick.
Beaufort gives her legs a shake as she still feels Masque's cheap shot to it, as she then rushes in towards Masque and they lock up, but it isn't neat and it descends into more of a brawl, as Masque clubs Beaufort's back, St John moves in and pulls Beaufort back but Beaufort escapes St John's grip and the brawl as both try to get the upper hand.
Simone: This isn't a neat and pretty match and they kind of Brawl as St John tries to break things apart but with little luck.
St John moves back in and gets back into the middle of the brawl and pulls Beaufort backward again but again she slips free of St John but as she does Masque pounces first and shove Beaufort backwards hard, who lands on her ass. Beaufort takes a moment as she look up at Masque and simply glares at her before making her way to her feet as Masque grins and spouts off at Beaufort.
Adams: What a shove from Masque. But Beaufort takes it in her stride.
Beaufort returns the exchange as they circle the ring once more, before moving back in where Beaufort goes to kick Masque, but Masque blocks and holds onto Beaufort's leg before attempting a wild swing but Beaufort grabs Masque's arm and takes her down to the mat, where Beaufort looks to lock in an arm bar but Masque wriggles about as she fights to avoid the arm bar before getting to her knees, which forces Beaufort to release. They both quickly get back to their feet as Beaufort charges at Masque, but Masque block her and sends her down to the mat, where she holds onto her legs and tries to tie her up in a figure four leg lock, but Beaufort blocks it and instead grabs Masque arm and pulls her close before putting her boot into Masque stomach and flips her over onto her back.
Simone: A little bit of trash talk between the two before circling the ring again. Beaufort attempts a kick but Masque blocks it and grabs the offending leg and Masque tries for a wild swing but Beaufort dodges it and sending Masque down to the mat. Beaufort tries to lock in an arm bar but Masque wriggles free and gets back to her feet.
Adams: I really want this match to get going. As we see Masque attempting a figure four leg lock, but Beaufort blocks it and grabs Masque's arm and send her down to the mat.
Beaufort battles back to her feet, while she keep a grip on Masque's arm and drags her to the centre of the ring, where she moves to Masque's leg and grabs one of her legs and rolls forward and onto Masque's torso, where she grabs her and then pushes herself to her feet with Masque on her shoulders. Beaufort adjusts herself a little, but Masque slips free and drops down behind Beaufort before dragging her down and going for a pin...
Adams: Not sure what Beaufort was going to do from there with Masque on her shoulders, but Masque sensed the danger and wriggles free and drags Beaufort down to the mat for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As Masque climbs to her feet, Beaufort grabs Masque arm and tries to lock in another arm bar but as they struggle, Masque slaps the back of Beaufort hard, and Beaufort releases a little shocked from the sting of the slap. She looks up at Masque and glares at her before rising to her feet. Adjusting her attire, she and Masque circle the ring once more before moving in and locking up, where they Jockey for position with Masque overpowering Beaufort and drives her towards the ropes and pins her there, however, the ref quickly moves in and forces Masque back and as she does Beaufort steps forward and hits a standing dropkick, which drop Masque to the mat. Masque rolls away and quickly gets back to her feet and Beaufort rushes in and hits another dropkick sending Masque back down to the mat again.
Simone: Masque only gets a two count from the surprise pin, but Beaufort tries for a surprise arm bar, but Masque easily slips out of it and they get back to their feet. They circle once more and lock up, this time Masque overpowering Beaufort and pushes her into the ropes.
Adams: St John pulls Masque away but gives Beaufort an opening, where she hits dropkick on her. Masque is back to her feet, but it met with another dropkick.
Beaufort climbs to her feet and approaches Masque and grabs a handful of hair and pulls her up into a seated position, where she takes a step back and then goes for the Thorn's Edge (Shining Wizard), but Masque leans back avoiding the finisher but quickly grabs Beaufort's leg and pulls and sends Beaufort down to the mat. Masque turns and leaps onto the back of Beaufort, where she begins to deliver strike after strike to the back of Beaufort's head. Masque stands to her feet, where she begins stomp on Beaufort before dropping down and driving a knee into her torso.
Adams: Beaufort looks for the shining wizard, but Masque ducks it and grabs Beaufort and drags her down to the mat, where she punishes her.
Masque grins as stands and grabs Beaufort by the hair and pulls her up, where she whips her into the ropes and as Beaufort comes back, Masque hits the Terrorfex (Leaping Spinning Heel Kick (to the throat)) Beaufort rolls around holding her throat as Masque grabs her and pins her...
Simone: Terrorfex and Beaufort is done.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall... Masque De Lune.
Masque's music hits over the p.a, as she rises to her feet and raises her arm in victory, as Beaufort rolls from the ring coughing and gasping for air.
Bombshell Internet Championship
Andrea Hernandez (c) v Seleana Zdunich
Backstage, Sam is standing in front of the SCW logo where she is dressed for her match that is coming up soon in the night. She is all alone and looks directly into the camera. She tries to look serious but the glimmer of a smile plays around her lips. She takes a quick breath then addresses the camera.
Sam Marlowe: It has been a couple of weeks since I have been in the ring and in the first match I had in twenty twenty two I had a win. And knowing that I am back in an SCW ring can only mean one thing and that is the coming out of the woodwork of all the naysayers and doubters. I used to be one of the before I came back. I was the biggest doubter in the company when it came to me wrestling here and you know what...
Sam pauses for a moment as she nods in agreement to her own comment.
Sam Marlowe: I had an epiphany though and realized that if I doubted myself then I was the one that was beating myself before I even had a match. So I said to myself...'self, you need to not worry about the doubts, naysayers or anyone else for that matter.' See, when I stopped worrying about what could happen I began to get wins and when that happened, I got ripped down by all the other bombshells with a very few exceptions.
To say that hurt the most is an understatement. I became bitter and defeatist when it came to my career. I wanted to quit it all until I got the right bit of advice and that was not to listen and just do what I do best. Those others only want to bring me down and if I let them, then I would continue to lose. Not anymore.
Wagging her finger back and forth, Sam smiles wider.
Sam Marlowe: Now, this is just for me. The matches I fight aren't going to bother me anymore, I am going to leave it all in the ring. So I am putting the bombshell locker room on notice. There is a new Sam Marlowe in SCW and she is coming to raise a little heck. I hope y'all are ready.
With that, she salutes the camera and then walks out of the camera's view.
Climax Control cuts backstage to Andrea Hernandez who is in a bit of a panicked state at the moment. The SCW Bombshells Internet Champion still hasn't found a partner up to this point to team with her and it's starting to dawn on her that she is running out of time.
Andrea: Oh god, what the hell am I going to do? Amber is an obvious no, Mikah might be busy tomorrow, I can't think of anyone off the top of my head that would hate Amber and/or Seleana other than Mercedes Vargas and why the hell would I want HER as a partner anyway? I've got to find someone good! If I don't, I worry that Christian Underwood is going to stick me with some woebegone LOSER like Bea, Chloe, Bella, Adrienne or Kaiju... FUCK what the hell do I do? I already told Chelsea no because she's probably going to be too busy in her own right with SCU.
Andrea suddenly gets interrupted by a phone call. She is not in the mood to be dealing with the phone call at this time but nonetheless, she immediately answers it.
Andrea: Hello? Who is this? I don't even know who you are. Oh you represent one of the finest wrestlers in the world? Oh do tell! I mean, I could use ANYONE as a partner right now at this point and I'm running out of time. Who is this great wrestler that you represent?
Andrea pauses to listen, but her eyes widen with surprise before she becomes outright angry.
Andrea: OH HELL NO! I'm NOT choosing Hayley Halsey as a partner! No fucking way! Like I've said before, I'd rather team with my sister who has no wrestling experience than wrestle her. Bye! Your number will be blocked. Don't ever contact me again!
Andrea hangs up the phone in an angry fashion not knowing that Myra Rivers is behind her.
Myra: You know, Hayley Halsey isn't THAT bad of a wrestler...
Andrea: Shut up Myra...
Andrea's eyes suddenly light up when she turns to face her.
Andrea: Myyyyyrrraaaa..... Hey former mentor of mine! How's it been? How's your daughter? Is she doing well?
Myra: She's great...
Andrea: Good. You see, I need a partner to take on Crystal and Seleana next week and I don't have anyone...
Myra: Have you tried Keira Fisher? Aren't you two becoming best friends or something?
Andrea: Oh please! It's not to the point where I want to start teaming up with her and getting our nails done at the salon. Get a grip. But what I AM looking at is a four time tag team champion with four different partners that can do her old protege a solid...
Myra: I can't, Andrea. I'm in the Blast from the Past semifinals next week, remember?
Andrea: OH CRAP! I forgot about that stupid tournament...
Myra: Even if I wasn't, I don't think I'd want to team with you anyway. You know, you are the reason why you're in this predicament. You've become so hated that most people can't even stand you let alone like you. I wish you the best of luck though.
Myra walks by Andrea and suddenly, she is feeling really angry.
Andrea: UGH! Who the hell is even left? Who on this roster possibly HATES Crystal and/or Seleana just as much as I do? I can't think of anyone else...
As Andrea continues to spiral with time ticking away from her to find a tag team partner the sound of a bitchy chuckle emerges from behind her.
"I bet it sucks being a unlikeable, shitbag doesn't it?"
The camera pans over to the side, finding Evie Jordan lent up against the wall standing to the right of Andrea. Her blood red lips part to show her sadistic smile. A groan escapes Andrea's throat as she closes her eyes, wishing that today wasn't happening.
Andrea: I don't have time for this Evie.
Evie: We'll fucking make some...
The Aussie pushes up off the wall and slaps her right hand on the top of Andrea's shoulder squeezing her nails into her flesh. Andrea shrugs her off but Evie stays close by flashing her bright white smile.
Evie: Let the record show that your pathetic little face right now, brings me nothing but joy... but I might have a solution to your little dilemma.
Looking away from Andrea, Evie's attention moves down her blood red manicured nails. As Andrea waits for Evie to continue.
Andrea: I don't have all day, spit it out.
Evie continues to look at her nails.
Evie: You might be on a timeframe but Me? I have all night, now be a darlin' and ask me nicely.
Andrea glares at Evie, unsure what to make of this considering their history.
Andrea: I'd rather not.
Evie chuckles before clicking her tongue off her teeth.
Evie: It's your funeral I guess... enjoy whomever Christian picks for you.
Taking her leave Evie's heels start to click away as she walks away from Andrea. Andrea sighs out loud before she calls out to the Aussie.
Andrea: Evie, wait.
She waits for Evie to stop before she grits her teeth to speak.
Andrea: What's your solution? I'd like to hear it please.
That last word spilled out of Andrea's mouth with such pain that it brings a delightful smile to Evie's face. Turning around swiftly on her heels, Evie makes her way towards Andrea, her heels clicking as she eats up the distance between them.
Evie: That wasn't so hard now was it?
Andrea is trying to maintain her cool but Evie is known for pushing buttons. The two hot heads look seconds away from tearing each other apart.
Andrea: I'm running out of time... who did you have in mind? I need to find them and convince them to take on Crystal and Seleana.
Evie smirks wildly.
Evie: Oh, you won't have to convince them... because your tag team partner will be none other than me.
She slaps her hand on top of Andrea's shoulder, taking the champion by surprise. Before Andrea can protest Evie cuts her off.
Evie: Better the devil you know, than the devil you don't.
Andrea: But why, considering all the history we have and everything... all the BAD history...?
Evie: I woke up this morning and it dawned on me that I haven't inflicted any pain lately, so I'd like to remedy that, and painting the canvas with Seleana's blood seems like a nice little release.
Andrea: ...
Evie: Oh and you're welcome.
Andrea just glares at Evie as she turns and walks away from her and ultimately out of the scene. Andrea takes in the moment for a little bit, letting things process in her mind. With time, her anger begins to fade and then a smirk begins to appear on her face.
Andrea: Why do I have a funny feeling that this JUST might work out?
Andrea ponders the question for a bit, and as she does, she seems to begin to warm up to the idea a bit more as the scene fades out.
Justin: This match pits the team of Samantha Marlowe and Supreme Machine against the team of Candy and Goth in a Quarter Final match in the Blast From The Past Tournament. First to make their way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, standing in at six feet nine inches and three hundred sixty pounds, Supreme Machine!!!
The fearsome drum intro starts for "Zetite" by Illnath, grabbing everyone's attention as a terrifying image of Supreme Machine's face glares down from the Tron. The entire arena then plunges into darkness, earning some screams of fright from the crowd after what they just saw. As the fast-paced vocals begin, tunnels of flame begin erupting around the stage. They go off at different points in regular intervals, following the beat of the song and exploding upwards with a torrent of heat and fire. As the music increases in volume, every single funnel explodes at once, creating a huge fireball about the stage. When the flames drop, Supreme Machine is standing there. He has positioned himself at the top of the ramp, standing with his head bowed. His arms are tightly crossed around his chest. Supreme Machine then whips his head upwards and brings up a crucifix pose, with his gaze locking onto the ring battlefield that awaits him. After a few moments have passed, with the crowd at peak anticipation/anxiety, Supreme Machine begins a slow measured walk down the aisle, looking ready to destroy any fan who dares reach in his direction. This is not a man you want to high five. He steps over the top rope, making his way to the center of the ring waiting for his Tag Team partner and his opponents to come to the ring.
Justin: The next participant to enter the ring, from Houston, Texas, standing in at five feet seven inches and one hundred fifteen pounds, she is SAMANTHA MARLOWE!!!
The soft twang of an electric guitar begins to play as "She's Country" blasts out over the arena. A familiar redhead walks out onto the stage of the show dressed in white and gold hot pants, matching halter, short jacket and a pair of lace up wrestling boots that look like cowboy boots where she stops and looks over the crowds who begin to chant her name. Sam heads toward the ring and she plays to the fans, slapping hands and posing with others. Finally she climbs the stairs to the ring apron and lays herself across the middle rope and blows a kiss to the camera and then rolls inside the ring. Walking towards the center of the ring she offers a high five to Supreme Machine who pushes her hand away. Samantha shrugs her shoulders then she unzips her short jacket and pulls it off. Handing it to ringside staff, she turns and begins stretching out for the match as she watches for her opponents to make their entrance for the match.
Justin: Next are the opponents for Supreme Machine and Samantha Marlowe. First to make their way to the ring, originally from Utrecht, the Netherlands, but currently from New York City, New York, standing in in at six feet four inches and two hundred thirty-nine pounds, he is GOTH!!!
The arena goes dark when we hear drums echoing through the arena along with some monk chants, this continues for a while as the letters emerges on the Tron that eventually reads the name Goth when suddenly a loud guitar riff explodes. Fireworks erupts as we see the legendary Goth walk to the ring with a concentrated look on his face, accepting some extended hands from the fans as his gaze does not leave his opponents who are already in the ring. He stands at the ring apron then he slowly crawling underneath the bottom rope until rising to his feet. He then steps into a corner to await the arrival of his Tag Team partner Candy.
Justin: The final participant in this Blast From The Past Quarter Final match hails from Malibu Beach, California, standing in at five feet six inches and one hundred twenty-five pounds, she is CANDY!!!
The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyros begins to cascade down from the Tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding her dog Fluffy. She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more. Candy then turns toward Goth and runs toward him with her hand in the air to give him a HIGH FIVE. Goth, not normally in the mood for a HIGH FIVE, tries holding back from doing the HIGH FIVE but Candy insists. When Goth continues to hesitate Candy gets a pouty face and Goth agrees to do the HIGH FIVE with her. After the HIGH FIVE both walk to their corner to await the start of the match.
Referee Jacob Summers requests the four wrestlers to join him in the center of the ring so he can go over how he will officiate the match, what he will and will not tolerate.
Adams: I see Goth and Candy with the win in this match.
Simone: Did you spike your soft drink again? How in the world can you come up with the concept that Goth and Candy can defeat Supreme Machine and Samantha Marlowe?
Adams: Simple. Goth is more focused than Supreme Machine and Candy has taken care of enough opponents to prove she can get the job done.
When Referee Jacob Summers is done explaining his officiating for this match he orders them to return to their corners and select who they want to start the match. While Goth and Candy immediately decide to allow Candy to start the match Supreme Machine and Samantha Marlowe are having an argument as Supreme Machine wants to start the match. As the two argue Referee Summers informs them they have ten seconds to make a decision or he will call the match in favor of Goth and Candy. Supreme Machine is upset but he exits the ring allowing Samantha to face off against Candy to start this match. Referee Summers motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell for the official start of this match.
DING DING DING!
Candy starts walking across the ring toward Samantha. Before Marlowe can get out of her corner Supreme Machine reaches over the ropes and slaps Sam on her back. He then gets into the ring yelling at Goth to get into the ring. Referee Summers walks over and informs Supreme Machine that by his officiating there has to be some actual action to have taken place before a tag team partner can be tagged in or out of the match. Summers orders Supreme Machine to get out of the ring and wait until one of the Bombshells makes a tag for their partner to enter the match. Although he's upset Supreme Machine gets out of the ring and waits. Samantha approaches Candy and the two lock up. Marlowe kicks the legs out from under Candy dropping her to the mat. Candy gets up on her knees and Sam again charges her but Candy head butts her in the midsection causing Sam to double over. Supreme Machine is demanding that Samantha tag him in but she just glances over at him and ignores his request. The two get into a lock up again and Candy maneuvers Marlowe to her corner where she tags Goth.
Adams: Interesting that Candy would tag Goth into the match when she had the advantage on Marlowe.
Simone: Maybe Candy realized that she wasn't getting the advantage on Samantha as much as she thought she would.
Goth enters the ring but Samantha refuses to release her grasp on Candy. This brings a warning from Referee Jacob Summers while Supreme Machine has entered the ring and is charging toward Goth. Marlowe is upset that Candy was able to tag Goth into the match. She releases her grasp on Candy and Candy exits the ring. Samantha then struts toward her corner but she is pushed aside by Supreme Machine who has his sights on Goth. As Supreme Machine is getting closer to Goth and about to slam into him Goth spins out of the corner and Supreme Machine slams into the corner. He quickly spins around and when Goth approaches Supreme Machine lashes out with a kick to the ribs of Goth causing Goth to take a few steps back. Supreme Machine stomps out of the corner to continue his attack on Goth but Goth makes a slide through the legs of Supreme Machine and he pops up to tag Candy into the match. Supreme Machine, not aware that Candy was tagged into the match, starts laying blows on Goth causing Referee Jacob Summers to step between the two and order Supreme Machine to get out of the ring since Candy and Samantha Marlowe are the legal wrestlers in the ring due to the tag by Goth. Supreme Machine brushes Referee Summers to the side which gets him a warning that any further illegal activity and his team will be Disqualified. Summers orders Supreme Machine to get out of the ring and he starts a count on him to ensure he leaves the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Before Referee Summers can reach the five count Supreme Machine exits the ring and he waits for Marlowe to tag him in.
Adams: It appears Supreme Machine is focused more on trying to hurt Goth than letting the match work how a Tag Team match should work.
Simone: The only ones who are going to experience a disaster are Candy and Goth.
We can tell Supreme Machine wants into the match but he has to wait for a legal tag before he can do that. Candy and Sam are going blow for blow. Candy again kicks Sam in the midsection that causes Marlowe to bend forward. Candy dives over the top of Samantha to try to drag her to the mat but her attempt misses and Candy lands face first into the mat. She rolls around holding her face while Samantha gets up and walks over to her. Marlowe drags Candy to her feet and executes a DDT driving Candy's face into the mat. Sam rolls Candy over and attempts a pin but she only gets a one count before Candy gets a shoulder up. Sam gets up and drags Candy upright. She slams Candy into her corner and hits the tag with Supreme Machine and then she pulls Candy out of the corner and holds her so she cannot get away.
Adams: Are they going to do what I think they are going to do?
Simone: I hope so.
As Supreme Machine enters the ring Samantha grabs the arm of Candy and twists her arm so Candy is struggling from the pressure put on her arm and shoulder. Supreme Machine starts to strut out of the corner when Marlowe whips Candy hard into the corner where she slams into Supreme Machine causing Candy to drop to the mat and she appears to be nearly knocked out.
Adams: Why isn't the Referee calling a foul on them? In this type of tournament match it is men versus men and women versus women. Supreme machine dropped Candy to the mat and that's illegal.
Simone: Nothing illegal about it. It was Samantha who whipped Candy into the corner and it just happened that Supreme Machine legally entered the match when she was whipped into the corner causing Candy to slam into him.
Samantha Marlowe exits the ring and Supreme Machine steps over the downed Candy then he stomps to the corner where Goth is located. Goth is still on the outside of the ring. Referee Jacob Summers informs Goth that a legal tag was made to bring the men into the ring and he orders Goth to get into the ring or suffer a disqualification. Goth ducks through the ropes but before he is all the way inside the ring Supreme Machine grabs him then stands him upright. Supreme Machine then grabs Goth by the throat, lifts him up into the air, then choke slams him hard into the mat. Supreme Machine then drags Goth to his feet and gets him into position for a Power Bomb. He lifts Goth up and slams him so hard into the mat the ring is shaking. To add to the pain Supreme Machine drops and elbow across the chest of Goth then he goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Referee Jacob Summers stops the pinfall count at two and Supreme Machine is upset and demands to know what the hell the Referee is doing. Referee Summers points to the ropes and we see that Goth was able to reach up and grab the ropes with his hand which is cause for a break. He orders Supreme Machine to get off Goth but he refuses. Referee Summers asks again and Supreme Machine again refuses so Referee Summers makes a count to force him to break.
ONE!
TWO!
Supreme Machine stands up breaking the count by Referee Summers. The Referee stands between Supreme Machine and Goth to allow Goth time to get up and get off the ropes. While this is taking place we notice that Candy is walking toward her corner where she exits the ring to be ready for a tag in should Goth request it.
Adams: Goth is a big and powerful wrestler but Supreme Machine is also big and powerful.
Simone: The way I see it there's not enough time for Goth and Candy to figure how NOT to lose this match.
Goth comes off the ropes and Supreme Machine lands several hard blows driving Goth backward into the corner and when Goth's arm flips up Candy reaches out and tags Goth and then she leaps into the ring and Goth exits the ring. On the other side of the ring Samantha saw the tag and she gets into the ring to take on Candy. As Marlowe is running across the ring to go on the attack Supreme Machine turns and orders Samantha to get the hell out of the ring. She protests and tells Supreme Machine she is the legal wrestler in the ring since Candy tagged into the match. Supreme Machine continues arguing with Marlowe and Referee Jacob Summers is unable to get Supreme Machine out of the ring as the Bombshells are the legal wrestlers in the ring.
Adams: Not a good thing when team members argue with each other.
Simone: Samantha Marlowe has a valid complaint since Candy was legally tagged into the match.
Supreme Machine is screaming at Referee Summers to get away from him while Marlowe runs to the corner and gets into trading blows with Candy. Supreme Machine brushes past Referee Summers to go after Goth but again Referee Summers informs him that Candy and Samantha are the legal wrestlers in the ring. This is too much for Supreme Machine and he roars loudly for Goth to get into the ring but Goth sarcastically refuses as he hasn't been tagged into the match by Candy. Samantha and Candy continue viciously pounding each other then Marlowe drop kicks Candy and Candy is pushed into her corner by the drop kick and her arm goes up and Goth slaps her hand and he is tagged into the match. Goth enters the ring and Candy exits the ring and Goth leans back in the corner. Samantha, obeying the rules, walks toward her corner to exit the ring. Supreme Machine starts yelling at her again and she ignores his comments. Supreme Machine turns around and sees Goth standing in the corner. Like a Bull charging the red cape Supreme Machine lowers his head and runs full-speed toward Goth in the corner to deliver the knockout blow on Goth. At the very last moment Goth leaps up causing Supreme Machine to go head-first through the ropes where he ends up slamming his head into the ring post. Goth drags Supreme Machine out of the ropes and executes a Suplex which he follows up with a DDT. Goth then tightly ties up Supreme Machine so that he has no way to get out of the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
At the bell Referee Summers orders Goth to release his hold on Supreme Machine and he does. Goth walks to his corner where Candy enters the ring and the two await the official decision on the match.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the official decision on this match by Referee Jacob Summers is that the winners of this match are Candy and Goth by pinfall.
A collective gasp erupts in the arena as the arms of Candy and Goth are raised in victory. The two are celebrating their victory when Supreme Machine rises up and the two decide to leave the ring rather than get into another confrontation. As Goth and Candy are making their way to the backstage area Referee Summers asks Supreme Machine and Samantha Marlowe to exit the ring. Marlowe obeys the command but Supreme Machine bitterly complains to the Referee before he climbs out of the ring to return to the backstage area.
Adams: I wish there would have been more wrestling action in this match but with two large men in Goth and Supreme Machine it really came down to brutal blows rather and a show of pure wrestling abilities.
Simone: I doubt this will be the last we see of a match between Both and Supreme Machine. I'm sure Supreme Machine wants to get revenge on Goth.
Bombshell Roulette Championship
Keira Fisher-Johnson (c) v Diamond Steele
The crowd immediately begins booing at the appearance of SCW co-owner, Christian Underwood, on the SCW-Tron above the stage. The boss is clad in a cream-colored dress shirt with matching slacks, and is standing in front of a large Banner for the upcoming SuperCard Blaze of Glory X.
Christian: Now that Amber Ryan is - regrettably - no longer in the Blast From the Past tournament, the question on literally EVERYONE'S minds has been -- "who"? Who is next in line? Who will step inside of the ring against the reigning and perhaps the most dominant World Bombshell Champion in SCW history at Blaze of Glory X?
He spreads his arms wide, hands out.
Christian: Everyone has been messaging Mark and myself... ESPECIALLY Amber herself... well...!
He casts a thoughtful glance upward.
Christian: ... Most of HER messages contained a string of four letter words, demanding something be done or explained about last week's Quarter-final match.
He shrugs.
Christian: But I digress. I'm here tonight to answer the question on everyone's minds, and name the challenger for the World Bombshell Championship match. Mark and I thought long and hard about this decision, and one name stood out above all the others. Someone who is a current Hall of Fame member. Former world champion in her own right many times over, as well as a Grand Slam winner. That name, and Amber Ryans challenger will be....
The crowd IMMEDIATELY erupts in wild cheers!
Christian: That's right! At Blaze of Glory in Los Angeles, California, it will be Amber Ryan defending the World Championship against "The Icon" Roxi Johnson! And this, is why Sin City Wrestling is and has always been - the best!
He gives the camera a smarmy smile as the screen fades out.
"Stand My Ground" by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the crowd turns their attention to the entrance ramp where we see the now former Bombshell Roulette Champion Krystal Wolfe emerge from the back in her street clothes.
Simone: Krystal was the Bombshell Roulette Champion for so long that it's strange to see her without the title.
Adams: Say what you will about how it ended, Krystal broke two of Sam Marlowe's records during that reign and really came into her own in the process, no one can take that away from her.
Krystal makes her way down to the ring focussed on something before she rolls into the ring, she takes the mic from a stage hand and lets out a deep breath.
Krystal: If anyone's wondering where Matthew and Marty are, I told them to take the night off, what I said about my contract with them being on life support? Not only was it one hundred percent true but they did nothing to stop Diamond and her goon squad from fucking over the last title match of my reign?
Krystal shakes her head as she paces around the ring.
Krystal: That contract is practically signing its own DNR order!
Simone: Not sure what Krystal was expecting Matthew and Marty to do given SCW's strict intergender rules but it's good to see her finally seeing the light.
Adams: Even I could see that they were a bad influence on her!
Krystal holds up her free hand which is the one that has her engagement ring and the Roulette Title ring.
Krystal: I said that my reign will probably be remembered as the numbers reign for how many times I brought up the length of the reign but let's face it, ten months, two hundred and sixty six days? If I had lost the title cleanly I would've been happy, instead Diamond went out of her way to ensure that Keira walked out as champion going as far as to change the match's stipulation on a whim, it's a fucking miracle that me and Keira still managed to tear the house down under those conditions!
The crowd cheers in response as Krystal slowly lowers each finger until only the middle finger is left raised.
Krystal: AND THIS?! This is a message to the BITCH who decided to end my reign on such a sour note! Diamond, if I were you I'd start practicing sleeping with one eye open because you are going to fucking need it! I know Diamond is in action tonight against Seleana Zdunich and whilst two weeks ago I made an empty threat about costing Sam Marlowe her spot in Blast from the Past, this is no empty fucking threat, THIS is a threat that I intend to follow through on.
Krystal says before getting up close with a camera.
Krystal: Diamond, to quote my good friend and new Bombshell Roulette Champion Keira Fisher-Johnson, you should've gone for the head! Because now you're dealing with two pissed off world class athletes! I'll be back later for your match against Seleana, pity the idiot squad won't be around to stop me from getting too you, I could've used the warm up!
Krystal says before backing off.
Krystal: But as for me? The Roulette Title reign was a key part of my SCW career and I had many amazing moments during that reign, I won't let the end of that reign be the end of me in SCW! I'm twenty six years old, last year was my first full year in the company and I had a rookie year that many rookies would fucking KILL for! What I'm getting at couldn't be simpler, I'm only just getting started in SCW and to borrow a quote from another good friend of mine, albeit one who doesn't work for SCW, the skies the limit.
Krystal says as she backs up to the ropes.
Krystal: My reign might be over but my story isn't, the reign was the first chapter and the stories just fucking begun!
"Stand My Ground" hits the speakers again as Krystal heads to the back.
Simone: Jack Washington earned the right to challenge either Ken Davidson or Matthew "The Raven" Knox for the Internet Championship at Blaze of Glory but tonight, he faces quite the warm-up as he takes on former World and Roulette Champion Alex Jones!
Adams: We last saw Jack Washington in the opening round of the Blast from the Past Tournament where he teamed with then Bombshell Roulette Champion Krystal Wolfe in a losing effort to Sam Marlowe and Supreme Machine but this is his chance to bounce back! Alex Jones on the other hand hasn't seen action since he lost the World Title to Mac Bane at the last Climax Control of 2021 and now he has he eyes set on bouncing back!
Simone: This should be a hell of a match! Let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Wasted" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Jack Washington parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face. He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots.
Justin: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania weighing in at 235ibs, Jack Washington!
He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle.
Simone: Jack is focussed tonight, and for good reason! But he faces stiff competition from Alex tonight!
Adams: Can he bounce back from his loss in Blast from the Past?
Justin: And his opponent!
Halocene's cover of "Hail to the king" hits and as the lyrics of the intro cut into the guitar Alex steps out wearing a black and red "wolfslair" t-shirt and his wrestling gear.
Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 225ibs he represents Wolfslair, ALEX JONES!
He makes his way down to the ring with an arrogant sneer before leaping up onto the ring apron.
Simone: Alex is ready for action tonight.
Adams: He'd better be against someone of Jack's calibre.
Drew goes over the rules with both men and once it's clear that they understand Drew calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And the match is underway!
Adams: And it seems like neither Alex nor Jack are backing down!
Indeed, as soon as the bell rings Alex and Jack start brawling in the middle of the ring with neither man backing down, Drew tries his best to intervene in the brawl between them but it doesn't seem to work at first with the brawl only being broken up by Alex ducking a wild right hand from Jack and dropping him throat first onto the top rope! Jack bounces back into the ring clutching his neck in pain and Alex goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
And Jack kicks out.
Simone: I don't think that was the way Drew intended for that brawl to end but it was certainly affective.
Adams: Alex is in control of the match now and Jack is in trouble.
Alex shakes his head before waiting for Jack to get back to his feet and when Jack does Alex starts firing off some stiff martial arts kicks to Jack's midsection and chest, however Alex goes to that well one to many times as on the last one Jack catches the kick before he pulls him in and executes an STO! Jack then follows that up with a running leg drop before he goes for the pin and Drew gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Alex kicks out.
Simone: These two men seem to be well matched so far.
Adams: Sooner or later either Jack or Alex will pull out and take full control of the match.
Jack rolls out to the apron and waits for Alex to get back to his feet, when Alex does get back to his feet Jack goes for a Springboard Clothesline but Alex counters it with a spear knocking the wind right out of Jack! Jack doesn't give Alex a chance to go for another pin however instead he rolls to the outside to try to regroup, Alex is having none of that however as he runs to the ropes and his Jack with a Suicide Dive wiping both men out.
Simone: Both men tried to go for an aerial move but in the end it only worked out for Alex!
Adams: Not often that we see Alex take to the skies but as Jack just found out, he's very effective when he does!
Alex gets back to his feet at the count of five and rolls in and out of the ring to break Drew's count, once he's back on the outside of the ring he picks up Jack before hitting a Snapmare and following that up with a Soccer Kick and a Rolling Neck Snap and then rolls Jack back into the ring before following him back in and going for the pin, however Drew doesn't start the count right away as Alex's feet are still on the apron and only does so when Alex changes position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Jack gets the shoulder up.
Simone: If it was anyone else, I'd wonder if Drew's hesitation cost Alex the win there but Jack is a former World Champion for a reason.
Adams: Two time World Champ at that!
Alex seems to realize this as well so he decides to change tactics by dragging Jack to the middle of the ring and locking in a Figure Four Leglock! Drew is quick to get into position this time as he asks Jack if he wants to quit but the former champ adamantly refuses to give up the match this easily instead firing punches at Alex's face to try to force the Texan to break up the hold! When this doesn't work Jack goes for the more traditional method of breaking the Figure Four Leglock, namely by turning the tables on Alex and reversing the hold.
Simone: Alex's attempt at a submission win just backfired on him!
Adams: And that's good news for Jack!
Drew quickly changes position so he can ask Alex if he wants to submit to what is essentially his own submission hold, Alex practically screams no before he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope forcing Jack to break the hold though it quickly becomes apparent that the hold has taken it's toll on both men as they have to use the ring ropes to pull themselves up, still it is Alex that makes the first move apparently trying to regain his momentum with a nip up Hurricanrana but this gets reversed by Jack who hits him with a Powerbomb! Jack goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Alex kicks out! Once again both men are slow to get back to their feet and when they do they go for the same move, a running Clothesline, and they both get knocked down.
Simone: Both Alex and Jack are down and Drew is starting his count!
Adams: Whoever gets up first will get a huge advantage!
Drew's count reaches seven before Alex gets back to his feet before he tries for another submission hold on Jack, namely a Koji Clutch and Drew gets into position to ask Jack if he wants to submit to the Koji Clutch but like before Jack refuses to submit to Alex's submission hold instead he starts trying to pry his head from between Alex's legs but when that doesn't work he reaches out and forces the rope break with his legs forcing Alex to let go of the Koji Clutch!
Simone: Alex could've had the submission win with that Koji Clutch but Jack fought out of it!
Adams: Seems to me like the balls in Alex's court right now!
Alex backs off clearly trying to think of what to do next as Jack gets back to his feet, when Jack does get back to his feet Alex tries for a martial arts kick but it gets ducked by Jack who responds with a Discuss Clothesline! Not satisfied with that Jack then pulls Alex back to his feet but hitting another clothesline variation, this time a Hammerlock Clothesline before he rolls to the outside, once Alex is back on his feet Jack leaps and hits him with a Springboard Clothesline before finally going for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Alex kicks out!
Simone: Jack just gave a Clothesline Clinic on those different variations of the clothesline and Alex felt all of it!
Adams: It wasn't enough to get the pin though!
Jack picks up Alex only to get his eyes raked by Alex who takes the moment to go for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Jack kicks out! However Alex decides to use this moment to call for the finish!
Simone: Alex is going for The Dragon Sleeps!
Adams: If he hits this it'll be Jack who will be sleeping!
Alex picks up Jack and kicks him in the midsection before hooking both arms for his finisher, however Jack reverses out of it and hits Alex with his Fisherman's Buster finisher!
Simone: JACKED UP! Jack hits it!
Adams: Stick a fork in Alex, he's done!
Jack goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, Jack Washington!
Simone: Jack picks up an important win before his Internet Title Match!
Adams: And it's back to the drawing board with Alex!
Jack celebrates his win whilst Drew checks on Alex.
Singles Match
Ms. Jon v Tempest
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Jessie Salco checking her phone for Twitter updates, she spots the camera and pockets the phone before folding her arms.
Jessie: Blaze of Glory is right around the corner, and off course with me not really having much of a direction this cycle I have been left wondering one thing: what's next for little old me?
Jessie asks before thinking for a minute.
Jessie: Guess we'll have to wait and see.
Jessie walks off as the scene fades.
Climax Control cuts to Myra Rivers backstage and after being able to advance to the semifinals of the Blast from the Past tournament, she definitely has every reason to be feeling as confident as she is right now. She's having a bit of a moment to herself, thinking about what is next. Once she becomes aware that the cameras are on her, she takes things in further stride and begins to express her thoughts.
Myra: Professionally? It obviously feels damn good to be a Blast from the Past finalist for the second consecutive year. It's no small feat. It is something that most wrestlers that have ever been a part of this tournament have such a difficult time accomplishing. It does help that you have a great partner as I've had this year and it is always a team effort. But, I am grateful that we've gotten this far and I am confident in saying that with this performance in Blast from the Past up to this point, I have managed to put myself back in the forefront of the SCW Bombshells World title race. However, that doesn't mean I am about to rest on my laurels here. That's not what I am about. I have always been the kind of wrestler that gives it 100 percent out there. I'm not like my first round Bombshells opponent that was seemingly here just to be here. I mean, Audrey does seem like a great person, but when I was in that ring with her, it surely felt like her head was somewhere else. I am especially not like my second round male wrestler opponent who did absolutely nothing but trash me from the word go all because... well... I did explain that in great detail last week, but of course, I can't tell that whole story. All I know is, I am GLAD that Max and I completely silenced him because someone like that has no place in this business...
Myra takes a pause as she continues to reflect on things up to this point and as she more or less lets any of the Todd Williams nonsense that she had to deal with roll right off of her back.
Myra: I came into this tournament stating that I had learned from my mistakes last year... you know... when the worst Bombshells Blast from the Past winner of all time tried to trash my entire Internet title reign up to that point with their nonsensical bullshit and I allowed that to bother me. HIS nonsense never bothered me and look what happened. That's proof right there that I overcame that mistake. It's not proof that Max and I are going to win the entire thing, but my confidence in myself has grown, my self-esteem has doubled over the last five months and I am feeling that now more than ever, I am ready to become the SCW Bombshells Champion. But, I can't start thinking TOO far ahead too soon. There are three more wins for me to get in order to achieve that ultimate goal. I don't know who we are going to face in the semifinals other than it is going to be tough no matter who it is. I know people out there are still going to want to cast doubt... but remember this...
I'm STILL the last Bombshell on this roster that has pinned the division's world champion...
And I did it in LAST YEAR'S semi final. Granted, there was some uninvited interference, but that doesn't erase the fact.
STILL want to cast doubt?
We are about to go into the month of March and if you've followed my career long enough, you know damn well that for whatever reason, whenever the calendar turns to March, there's always that ONE huge win that happens for me and that started many years ago when I had my big breakthrough moment to become the wrestler I am today in the first place. So yeah, I know that the farther Max and I go in this tournament, the harsher the criticism is going to be. I know that the farther we advance, the more the intensity of the 'drag down' attempts our opponents are going to throw at us will increase. But, that's fine. It doesn't bother me like it did last year because I know what I am about and I know that this tournament is proof that you're just starting to see me at my very best in Sin City Wrestling!
Myra remains confident as she leaves the scene. She's definitely hearing the cheers that she's receiving from the supportive audience as the scene cuts out.
2022 Blast From the Past Finals
TBD v TBD
Simone: Last week Diamond Steele was at the centre of the controversial end to Krystal Wolfe's Roulette Title Reign with her blatantly biased officiating and constantly changing stipulation! Diamond will challenge the new champion Keira Fisher at Blaze of Glory X but tonight Diamond takes on the Number One Contender for the Bombshell Internet Championship Seleana Zdunich with the rest of the Gem Stones banned from ringside!
Adams: Seleana has her own problems off course, she will be Andrea's next challenger but on top of that she will be teaming with her estranged wife Christina Rose to take on Andrea and a partner of Andrea or Christian's choice next week! And considering that Andrea is one of the most hated Bombshells on the roster that's a tall order!
Simone: But before we get to that we have this singles match! Let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers. Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers.
Justin: Introducing first, from London, England Diamond Steele!
Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin.
Simone: Diamond's looking for a tune up for her match against Keira.
Adams: But she should beware of Krystal's warnings.
Justin: And her opponent!
The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.
5
4
3
Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat's roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson's "Black Cat" blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.
Justin: In the ring, from Halmstad Sweden, she is the Black Cat Seleana Zdunich!
Simone: Seleana is a former champion several times over and gets a chance at a title she's never won at Blaze of Glory!
Adams: You can bet that Andrea is watching this closely.
Dawn goes through the usual pre-match ritual with Diamond and Seleana and makes it clear to Diamond that she will be disqualified if the Gem Stones show up during the match, Diamond nods but before Dawn can call for the bell however the crowd cheers as Krystal Wolfe appears at the top of the ramp with a chair in hand.
Simone: Oh, oh.
Adams: It's like I said!
However, Krystal sets the chair up at the top of the ramp and sits in it, Dawn shrugs her shoulders and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: The match is underway and with an observer in Krystal as well.
Adams: The Gem Stones are banned from ringside but that doesn't apply to Krystal, ironically enough considering her first name!
Diamond keeps a wary eye on Krystal as she sits at the top of the ramp but she and Seleana lock up in the middle of the ring regardless, Seleana takes the early advantage taking Diamond over with an arm drag take down and keeping the hold locked in for an arm bar but Diamond is able to fight out of it by forcing her way back to her feet and grabbing a hold of Seleana's blonde hair, this off course was in full view of the ref and Dawn warns her against trying that again but the Brit ignores Dawn as she locks Seleana in a headlock before transitioning into a headlock takeover.
Simone: We practically have a World Cup feel to this match, the British Diamond Steele and the Swedish Seleana Zdunich are wrestling whilst the Australian Krystal Wolfe watches on.
Adams: And an American ref, and announcers, you guys get the idea! And right now, Diamond is in control after that headlock takeover.
Seleana isn't in the hold for long as she fights her way back to her feet before backing Diamond up to the ropes and sending her across the ring, on the rebound Diamond ducks the clothesline attempt from Seleana before going for a German Suplex only for Seleana to land on her feet behind Diamond and executing a high dropkick to Diamond's jaw! Diamond takes the opportunity to roll to the outside to try to regroup before she locks eyes with Krystal.
Simone: It was just a matter of time before this happened.
Adams: Krystal isn't budging though, hell she hasn't moved much since she took that spot on the entrance ramp! In the meantime, Diamond had better keep her eye on Seleana!
Krystal motions for Diamond to turn around and Diamond ignores her, only to regret that choice as Seleana spins her around and floors Diamond with a right hand to the jaw before she picks Diamond back up and rolls her into the ring, Seleana gives Krystal an uneasy look before following Diamond back into the ring and hitting a standing moonsault on the Brit before hooking the legs for a cover and waiting for Dawn to get into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Diamond gets the shoulder up, Diamond takes the opportunity to complain to Dawn about Krystal's presence on the ramp but it falls on deaf ears.
Simone: Unfortunately for Diamond, only the Gem Stones were banned from ringside for her match against Seleana, not Krystal.
Adams: Good thing too because I can't imagine someone like Krystal as part of that group!
Seleana on the other hand picks up Diamond apparently deciding to ignore Krystal for the time being and instead focus on her opponent as she goes for a Hip Toss, Diamond lands on her feet however and reverses it into a Belly-To-Belly Suplex before floating over and hitting the Swedish Bombshell with a German Suplex! Diamond holds on for the pin and Dawn is quick to get into position again so she can apply the count.
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana gets the shoulder up, both women get to their feet and start a brawl in the middle of the ring much to the excitement of the crowd.
Simone: Neither Diamond nor Seleana are backing down from this brawl, I wonder what Krystal thinks about this?
Adams: She's wrestled both in the past so I think it's safe to say that she has a good idea of what both women are capable of in the ring!
Dawn tries to regain control of the match but it doesn't seem to be possible at the moment, after a while Diamond loses her footing and this gives Seleana a chance to clothesline the Brit to the outside! Diamond gets back to her feet and immediately turns her attention towards Krystal and for good reason, as the Aussie had moved her chair further down the ramp until it was halfway between the ramp and the entranceway, Diamond yells at the former champion to stay out of it but this proves to be to her disadvantage as Seleana uses the chance to hit Diamond with a springboard Hurricanrana to the outside!
Simone: Incredible move by Seleana albeit with some unintentional help from Krystal and her search for a better view of the action.
Adams: I doubt it was unintentional Belinda, we both know how angry Krystal is at Diamond!
Seleana ignores Krystal and rolls Diamond back into the ring before following her in, at this point Seleana hits Diamond with the Cats Eye (Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault) and hooks both legs for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Diamond gets the shoulder up! Seleana looks up at Dawn in disbelief clearly thinking that her signature move should've been enough to get the pin and she tries it again only for Diamond to get the knees up to block it and then uses the chance to roll up Seleana.
ONE!
TWO!
And Seleana kicks out, however the long match has taken a lot out of both women and Dawn starts applying her ten count as it's clear that neither Seleana nor Diamond are getting back to their feet anytime soon.
Simone: If Krystal was going to attack Diamond, this would be the perfect opportunity to do so as both she and Seleana are down.
Adams: If that was her attention, she isn't making her move, Krystal hasn't moved since she moved her chair down to the middle of the ramp.
Seleana is the first one to her feet and calls out for the Kattoga! She waits for Diamond to get back to her feet and when the Brit does so Seleana tries for the Asai DDT only for Diamond to reverse it mid move into a high impact Hammerlock Suplex! Diamond then grabs Seleana's arm and locks in the Shipwrecked in the middle of the ring.
Simone: SHIPWRECKED! Seleana has nowhere to go!
Adams: Krystal is making her way down the ramp, Diamond had better watch out! In the meantime, stick a fork in Seleana, she's done!
Krystal reaches the ringside area right as Diamond has the hold locked in tight, realizing that she has nowhere to go Seleana quickly taps out!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, by submission, Diamond Steele!
Simone: Even with the Gem Stones banned from ringside and Krystal watching the match up close, Diamond gets the win over Seleana!
Adams: Great match but Diamond had better watch where she goes to celebrate her win!
Seleana rolls out of the ring and indeed, Diamond backs up the ring ropes facing the entrance ramp to celebrate her win only for Krystal to whack her in the back with the chair, Diamond slumps down clutching her back in pain as Krystal takes a mic from a stage hand before entering the ring.
Krystal: It's lesson time ladies and gentlemen, what do you call a totally biased ref who does THIS during a title match?!
Krystal motions to the titentron and the tron shows Diamond's pin-falls during last week's main event, namely the blatantly slow ones against Krystal and the changing stipulations, the camera pans back to Krystal who is sitting in her chair and leaning forward towards Diamond.
Krystal: This little idiot calls that "fair and square", anyone with half a brain calls that "an unfair title change" yet the bosses refuse to budge on their precious plans and insist that you challenge for the title that you stole from me! Never mind the fact that the whole reason you got that shot in the first place Diamond was a fluke win over me during the lead up to Inception V!
Krystal scoffs as the rest of the Gem Stones come racing down the ramp.
Krystal: Trust me, I could kick the Jose and the Pussycats from Wish.com's asses all day long, but I have better things to do, keep one eye open Kate because you've made an enemy for life!
Krystal drops the mic and the chair before leaving the ring and heading to the back via the audience whilst the Gem Stones check on Diamond.
Singles Match
Fenris v JC
Diamond is seen in the back without her Gems with her. As she turns the corner, she was worried since she knew that Keira and Krystal were after her. As she turns another corner, she ducks, seeing a steel chair hitting the wall. Diamond backs away as she sees Keira with it and smirks. Keira says
Keira: What's wrong, Diamond? Thought you could get away from what you did? If you thought you could, you're wrong. You see?
Keira gets closer to Diamond, who is now backing away as Keira says.
Keira: I'm going to break your fucking back!
Keira throws the chair as Diamond dodges. She tries to run, but Keira grabs her by the hair. She turns Diamond around and throws a few rights to her face, wanting to try to bust her open. She grabs Diamond by the throat and lifts, doing a bit of a chokeslam, slamming her down hard to the floor. Keira looks down and sees Diamond's fingers on her right hand. She takes her boot and slams them down on three of the fingers, making Diamond scream hard from it. Keira grabs and pulls Diamond up, saying
Keira: You know what's truly outrageous? A broken spirit. But for now. I'll settle for your broken body.
Keira lifts up Diamond and brings her to her chest. As she screams out
Diamond: KEIRA, PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS! THIS ISN'T YOU!
Keira: No, but this will be you. SAY GOODBYE TO BEING NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!
Before Keira could lift Diamond over her head to finish it, Andrea and Kat are seen rushing towards Keira. They grab Keira by the arms, forcing her to let go of Diamond. Diamond backs away in shock and a bit of fear as Andrea and Kat talk
Andrea: Keira, calm down! You don't want to do this!
Kat: I know Diamond deserves it! But not now!
Keira looks at the two, almost wanting to break away, but she sighs. She then says
Keira: Fine...I won't....yet.
Keira turns to Diamond and quickly says
Keira: Consider yourself lucky. But if I get my hands before the next Supercard and no one around to save you...
Keira's eyes stare daggers at Diamond, saying
Keira: I will break the diamond! Like a fake stone!
Diamond turns and runs off, the scene fading
We cut to the back where we see Krystal entering the backstage area via the audience having just sent a message to Diamond following her win over Seleana
Cass: You had me worried for a sec there.
Krystal looks up and sees her younger cousin Cass waiting for her.
Krystal: What? Did you think I was going to continue my assault on Diamond?
Cass: She cost you your title, I wouldn't have blamed you but I was worried you were going to try to put her out of action.
Krystal: Her time will come but knowing how infamously stubborn the bosses are about their precious plans, I figured it was better to send her a message.
Krystal admits as she folds her arms.
Krystal: If Matthew and Marty were here, it'd be a different story.
Cass: I know, to be honest they haven't spoken to me all week, they told me to talk to Andreas, Cyrus and Lizzie about my training.
Krystal: And have you?
Cass: Yeah, and they all agree! I've come a long way and my week with Team Hero did wonders for my progress, but it was Matthew and Marty who signed me on when I signed up to the PTA Gym so it's a bit worrying.
Krystal: Let me worry about them, you just focus on finishing your training.
Cass: Will do.
The two cousins walk off as the scene fades.
Justin: The following match is for the Internet Championship. Introducing first the challenger..
The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion.
Justin : Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland by way of Monterey, California.... Matthew.. The Raven!! Knox!!!Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for his opponent.
Justin: And his opponent...
The lights go down as the angelic sound of a choir begins singing. As the choir sing, a spotlight slowly comes on, revealing the silhouette of a man with his arms held out, forming a cross. The back outline of angel wings flanks him on both sides. The choir goes quiet as the lead vocals come in.
The house lights come up and the man known throughout the wrestling world as "Godly" Ken Davison stands center stage, taking in the reaction of the crowd. As the main verse kicks in, Davison methodically walks down to the ring, ignoring everything else going on around him.
Davison gets to the ring side area and jumps onto the ring apron. He wipes his feet and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes as the chorus kicks in.
Justin: Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland.. He is the SCW Internet Champion... "Godly" Ken Davison!
The song continues and Davison removes his vestments, handing them to the ring attendant as the song continues.
Davison circles the ring and as the chorus kicks in again, Davison stands in the middle of the ring, once again posing with his arms out. As he stands still a red laser circles the arena.
The red dot of the laser finally settles on the center of Davison's forehead and the sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the arena as the lights once again go dark. When the lights come back up, Davison is on his knees with his arms still extended.
When Davison goes to his corner referee Jasmine St. John takes the Internet Championship from him and holds it up for the crowd in attendance. She gives the title belt to the time keeper to hold and signals to ring the bell.
DING DING DING!
The moment the bell rings Knox and Davison are on each other. Locking up in the middle of the ring and Knox has the height and weight advantage on Davison pushing him towards the corner. As the referee asks for a clean break Knox seems to give it before landing a stiff kick in the ribs to Davison with a smirk on his face before he does step back. Davison charges from the corner with a double leg take down and lands a few punches on the ribs before Knox rolls them over and returns those punches on him.
Simone: These two really have a dislike for each other. It is obvious that this goes beyond personal.
Adams: Wicked right to the rib cage from Knox it looks like Davison is gasping for air.
Knox gets to his feet and lands a stiff kick to the ribs again before Davison grabs a hold of his leg and rolls over to try and get a lock on Knox's knee taking him down to the mat. Knox rolls back around and kicks Davison off of him and frees his leg and both men get to their feet and in a fighting stance again. They lock up again and this time it is Davison that gets a quick knee strike to the gut before Knox could push him into the corner again. Grabbing his arm Davison sends Knox into the ropes and when he bounces off Davison goes for a kick that Knox avoids running to the ropes and on the return comes in with a flying forearm to the face.
Simone: So far these two are evenly matched to each other. It is hard to tell who has the advantage.
Adams: Right now it is Knox but that can change at any time our champ is not an easy guy to beat after all.
The force of the flying forearm had sent Davison to the mat and he rolled out of the ring and Knox soon followed him out of the ring and with a straight kick sent Davison who was unaware that Knox was coming up behind him crashing into the ring steps. The sound of Davison hitting the steps echoed loudly throughout the arena as the crowd responds with cheers as the champion is not the beloved one in this match. Knox grabs the champion and throws him back into the ring. He goes for the quick cover..
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Crowd: TWOOOOOO!!!!
The referee signals that it was indeed two and Knox gets to his feet pulling Davison up as well and grabs him by the hand slingshotting him into the corner following him in and unleashing a flurry of kicks on Davison who is not able to block all of them and the referee starts to count to get out of the corner. Knox moves away at the count of four.
Simone: Both of these men are very skilled strikers. They have very similar styles in the ring.
Adams: Kno
ie has a bit of an advantage in height and weight behind those strikes!As the referee checks on Davison, he is interrupted by Knox who shoves him out of the way and gets in Davison's face, mocking him before pie facing him to a mixed reaction. Infuriated, Davison explodes out of the corner going for a clothesline but Knox ducks and..BACK STABBER! Now Knox stands up, backing to the corner he just had Davison in and kneeling to watch him writhe..
Simone: Knox is watching him suffer, I told you it was beyond personal between these two!
Adams: Did you hear what Davison said about Knox! Off course it is personal. They want to end each other!
After a second Knox stands and charges in, the big man somehow pulls off a standing shooting star press..BUT DAVISON GETS HIS KNEES UP! Knox bounces off of them, favoring his ribs as Davison lunges on him, unleashing a series of knees to his ribs and elbows to the back of his head. Eventually he gets in a waist lock and somehow deadlifts the bigger man into a German suplex, bridging for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Knox kicks out!
Crowd: TWOOOOOO!!!!
The referee signals that it was two as Davison starts to argue with the referee about it.
Simone: Beautiful suplex by Davison. Surprised Knox was able to kick out of it
Davison remains on the attack, locking Knox in a cross face and going to trap an arm in an attempt at a Labelle lock, but Knox is able to scramble and drag them both to the ropes. The ref forces the break only for Davison to stand up and drop a knee onto the back of Knox's heads, yanking him from the ropes and pulling him upward. Driving more knees into Knox's head and face before nailing a northern lights suplex. Davison pops up and stalks Knox, when he's on one knee he goes for the HANDS OF GOD but Knox snatches his wrist! He gets Davison on his shoulders and nails INTO THE VOID!!
But the impact sends Davison rolling, out of the ring under the bottom rope!!
Simone: Tough break for Knox hitting Into the void and not being able to capitalize on it.
Adams: Go get him Knoxxie!!! You can only win inside the ring!!!
Both men seem to be catching their breath and Knox rolls out of the ring to follow Davison who kicks him back sending him into the guardrail. Knox grabs his ribs and holds on to the guardrail. As Knox is standing near the guardrail Davison comes charging in and Knox avoids the contact and clotheslines Davison over the guardrail and climbs over to follow him into the crowd. The referee tries to call them back to the ring but neither man listens and she starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
The Crowd counts along as the men brawl in the isles. The crowd surrounding them is cheering while the rest counts along with the referee..
THREE!
FOUR!
Simone: They are going to be counted out if they do not return to the ring right now!
FIVE!
SIX!
Adams: I don't think they care.....
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
They are by now fighting along the rows of hardcore SCW fans who yell in approval of the brutal fight as Knox was flung into the wall below the first ring.
NINE!
TEN!
DING DING DING!
The referee signals for the bell but it does not stop the fight.
Simone: This match is over but the fight is not!
Justin: Both men have been counted out! The match is considered a draw! Still your Internet Champion... Ken Davison!!
This still does not end the fight and the security guards come storming out of the backstage area to break up the two.
Simone: Here comes security to break them up.
As they reach the two both of them turn on the security guards and fight them off.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!!
Adams: That didn't work now what????
More security comes down to try and stop the two and the first bunch is getting back to their feet and they finally have driven the two apart. But it is not over yet as Knox comes rushing through the security and lands a flying forearm on Davison who grabs a hold of Knox and the two brawl again with security trying to pry the two apart again. This time Davison is the one that breaks free after elbowing the guards off of him and runs right at Knox who was still held by security spearing him down to the floor. Security rushes in again to break them up and the punches and kicks are aimed at them as well. Making it harder and harder for them to break them up.
Simone: These two are not letting up!
Adams: We need more security guards!!!
That call was answered as another group of security guards rushes in and with about a dozen per wrestler they manage to drive them away from each other. Both try to escape the guards trying to fight them off but there are too many now. And both are dragged to opposite sides of the arena.
Internet Championship
"Godly" Ken Davison (c) v Jack Washington
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control and it's a chaotic scene as we can hear sounds of a scuffle just off camera, we then see Carter and Krystal walking alongside each other and when they hear the scuffle the two Go Gym Graduates share a look.
Krystal: You hear that, right?
HBCarter: Yeah, want to go investigate?
Krystal nods before they rush to the scene off the scuffle, right as Amber Ryan throws Ariana face first into a wall...
Sickeningly the crash echoes and the smirk on the redhead's face seems to almost match the venomous way she shifts to capitalise.
Ariana barely has a moment to breathe before the Bombshells World champion has a handful of hair and her free hand lacing into the back of her victims shirt. An acknowledging nod follows before Amber almost drives Ariana back the other way into the opposite wall, into whatever equipment and production items were left scattered nearby.
Amber Ryan: ... and here I was worrying that my message would fall on deaf ears. Let this one sink in this time, for you both if you must insist...
Without taking her eyes off the pair, Amber stalks back to where Ariana is desperately trying to beg off. A stand off between both sides as Amber gently 'helps' Ariana to her feet as though about to offer her back to Carter and Wolfe.
Amber Ryan: Actions have consequences kids...
Before anyone else has a moment to react, Amber has already planted a foot into Ariana's midsection, hooked her arms helplessly behind her back and driven her through the floor with a quick, albeit devastating Original Sin before rolling back up to her feet- a satisfied smirk painted across the usually apathetic World Champions expression.
Amber Ryan: A life lesson, if you will...
Amber slowly, methodically backs away as though inviting anyone to make a move. Eyes staring a hole through those who have chosen to gather, picking up her discarded World Title from the nearby floor and slinging it up to her shoulder.Carter immediately rushes to his bestie's side whilst Krystal gets in Amber's face.
Krystal: You were mad at Carter for getting revenge on your scumbag partner last week and this is how you respond? Do I need to remind you of what happened to the last Bombshell who attacked Ariana?
Krystal says before pointing to Amber's World Title.
Krystal: Only this time, I might just take that title from you, hope your ready for the hell you'll get for this Amber!
Standing her ground, almost a little too confidently in the face of Krystal's determination, Amber peeks back towards Carter and Ariana before returning her attention to Krystal.
Amber Ryan: I'm not saying my partner wasn't a scumbag. However- that's no excuse to get involved in MY business. I told young Mr Carter precisely, that there would be a life lesson in all of this... proof that actions taken impulsively affect others. Something you should know better than most...
A small wink and a glance at where the Roulette title had most recently been carried.
Amber Ryan: If you expect me to simply ALLOW for people to fuck with my business... then you are more clueless than you let on. I'm at the top of the mountain cause everyone knows that I handle my shit... I don't let anyone tell me how to conduct myself, otherwise I'd probably be scratching and clawing for a rematch as well...
Amber leans in, leaving the women almost nose to nose.
Amber Ryan: I consider this making things even. Next time, maybe you should make sure your little posse stays in their lane... and out of my business.
Krystal forms a fist with her right hand and it looks like the Aussie is about to take a swing at Amber, until.......
Cass: Krystal, don't!
Krystal's eighteen year old cousin Cassie gets in between them, the trainee wrestler stares down her older cousin as Krystal takes several deep breaths.
Krystal: Stay out of this Cass.
Cass: Team Hero taught me that there's a time and a place for everything, and right now Ariana needs you more than you need to throw down with Amber.
Krystal glares at Amber before relaxing her hand.
HBCarter: Krystal, listen to your cousin, please! I need your help to get Ari to the medic's office!
Krystal lets out a deep breath as she glares at Amber.
Krystal: You are not prepared for the storm that I will bring to you Amber!
Amber scoffs loudly, humourless and sarcastic.
Amber Ryan: You know fuck all of what it means to be a storm... I've made my career off the backs of those who chose not to do better when they had the chance--- don't think acting like a hero in front of your posse makes you an exception.
Amber slowly backs away, although doesn't turn her back. Eyes locked on, they stare down distant until they're forced to break away.
Adams: Given the action in the ring and of course words from our sponsors we can't bring you the entire interview we have lined up but it's no big deal, it's just Chloe Benton, so you most likely didn't miss anything.
Simone: That's cruel!
Backstage at the Reno Events Center the erstwhile reporter Pussy Willow Looks on, her face a matte canvas of frustration listening to her subject, Chloe Benton, attempt to deliver her thought on questions posed. Picking at imaginary lint on the side of her figure-hugging red cocktail dress she rolls her baby blues with an exasperated sigh while the teenager turned grappler trips repeatedly over her own tongue. With her efforts turned to relieving the log jam of words and syllables trapped mid-stream Chloe fails to notice the frustration rumbling underneath the reporter's heels, twitching anxiously with each utterance. Her temper follows suit, boiling with unspent anger it rises through the ducts of her veins, working its way to the summit, pushed along by the pressure of the impracticable task set before her until finally...
Chloe: I – I – I've r – really b – been t – trying my b – best but I c – can't seem – seem t – to f – find any luck. B – but y – you can b – be sure th – that...
Pussy: I've had enough of this bullshit!
The eruption is sudden and violent with Ms. Willow shoving the microphone into the chest of a surprised Chloe and storming off in a pyroclastic discharge leaving her subject singed in confusion. Looking around her chocolate orbs follow the outflow of Willow's departure while her mind stumble over the debris of Pussy's abashed flare-up. The youngster fails to notice the arrival of Letisha Burkhalter, an athletically built young woman decked out in black, spiked leather and Anna Solis, a heavyset woman more casually attired in blue jeans and green tank top – extras hired by SCW to fill out the dark show. Without warning Anna fires a thunderous forearm to the back of Chloe's head sending the significantly smaller girl crashing onto the concrete floor in a departed heap. Laughing, Letisha leans over to pic up the microphone lying at the unconscious girl's side and offers a kick to Chloe's ribs before joining her friend.
Letisha: Well, well, if it isn't SCW's finest, laying in a heap of incompetence!
The duo shares a brief chuckle with Anna leaning into the mic held by her friend.
Anna: Hey SCW, this is your idea of talent? This bitch can't even speak English!
Letisha: The idiots that run this place must have been desperate to sign a loser like this.
Anna: I've taken tougher dumps.
Letisha: When are you jackasses gonna get it through your thick-ass skulls? You want talent that can work, talent that doesn't trip over their own words and talent that can get the job done. So instead of hiring squeak toys, open up your checkbook and give us a call.
Dropping the microphone Letisha, followed by Anna leaves the set, but not without offering the consolation prize of another kick to Chloe's heaving ribs as security, accompanied by medics rush to the scene.
World Bombshell Championship
Amber Ryan (c) v Roxi Johnson
Justin: The following match is a Blast From The Past Quarter Final Match!!!
The crowd cheer
Justin: Next, from Canterbury, England, standing at 6'1" and weighing in at 225lb, he is... Mark "The Dragon" Crrrrrrrrrosssssss!!!
The arena lights dim as the bassline to "Blood" begins to rumble around the arena. As the guitar riff hits, so does the lights, revealing Mark "The Dragon" Cross standing, one fist aloft, at the top of the aisle. Receiving recognition from the crowd, he strides purposefully to ringside, taking a moment to survey the scene as he reaches the apron.
Justin: And his tag team partner!!!
"Release me"
The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones,, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!
Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring where she takes off her teams shirt and reveals the tape that is across her ribs and back before awaiting her opponents arrival.
Justin: And their opponents!!!
The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack plays as the big man makes his way out. By his side is his manager, "Chronic" Chris Page. The crowd is on them from the first sounds. The booing is almost thunderous. He laughs as they makes their way towards the ramp.
They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring.
Justin: Currently in the ring!! standing in at 6'6 and weighing in at 280 pounds!! Hailing from Port Arthur, Texas!! He is the reigning World Champion!! Mac Bane!!!
The arena fades to black before Bad Bitch by Bebe Rexha featuring Ty $ign begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.
She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.
Justin: And his tag team partner!! Standing in at 5'8 and weighing in at 110 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!! One half of the Mixed Tag Team Champions!! Mikah!!!
Jacob tells both teams to get to their corners as we direct our attention back to Justin
Justin: The World Heavyweight Championship belt is besides qualifying to the Semi Finals is also on the line!! If Mac Bane gets pinned by Mark Cross, he will lose the championship!!!
DING DING DING!
The bell has rang as the men start off the match, current World Champion and former champion sizing each other up. Both men have the utmost respect for each other's abilities as they have faced each other several times in the past year. Mac extends his arm as in a fashion of test of strength, but Mac swats his hand away. Realizing full well that he cannot match power with the current champion and utilize more of his speed. He circles Mac and taunts the big man to come at him as Mac does, attempting to force Cross into the turnbuckles before setting himself up to ground him in the corner. Only to have Cross sidestep him at the last moment, dodging his arms that came towards him and punches Mac in the bread basket.
Adams: I am positive that Mark is just trying to get inside the head of Mac.
Simone: It sure as hell isn't a move to hurt the champion
Mark chuckles as he hops on his feet, staring at the champion who retaliates with a sickening smile before charging in on Mark Cross, who sidesteps again and hits a knee into his midsection before setting Mac up for a Side Russian Leg Sweep and goes for the cover
ONE!
Mac kicks out at one as Jacob Summers shows Mark the count of one as he has locked Mac in a seated reverse chinlock and puts all of his weight on the massive neck of the champion in an attempt to cut off the oxygen to the brain. Jacob is checking on Mac Bane to see if he is going to drift off to sleep due to the hold, but the champion lifts both hands upwards towards the head of Mark Cross. Only to have Jacob push them away as they are not allowed to grab the hair of the man that could possibly walk away with he gold if he pins the champ.
Simone: No hair pulling!!
Mac wraps his hands once again around the head of Mark, but this time he manages to get himself off the canvas and drops back on the canvas as he holds on to the head of Mark Cross that comes in contact with the top of Mac's head in a Jaw Breaker type move. This causes Mark Cross to relinquish the hold that he has had on the champ and staggers backwards a few steps. Mac rubs the top of his head as the effect of the move goes both ways before getting up to his feet and levels Mark Cross with a running lariat. Mark instinctively gets up to his feet once more and is near the ropes as Mac charges towards the opposite side of the ring and then runs towards Cross and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside as he follows him there as well.
Simone: Good grief!!!
Mac is relentless, he grabs the head of Mark Cross and whips him into the steel ring steps, causing Mark Cross to hit his back against the steps with authority as we witness him arch his back in agonizing pain. Mac grabs him by the head as he listens to the count of four that Jacob Summers has reached at that moment
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Mac whips Mark Cross back into the ring and grabs the top rope, using it to pull himself up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Only to be hit by a shotblock by Cross upon the leg that he used to step through the ropes with, causing Mac to fall on his back and his other leg is now hanging across the middle rope. Cross immediately goes after the leg and pulls it to the middle of the ring and drops a few elbows drops into the thigh area of Mac before locking it between his legs in an attempt to soften up the leg. Jacob is down on his knees, asking whether the champ is willing to give in to the pain but Mac obviously refuses as he grabs the head of Mark Cross and yanks him to the canvas by using the hair. Elbowing a few times into the face as that causes Mark Cross to let go off the hold as Mac hobbles up to his feet before stomping away with his bad leg across the chest of Cross.
Adams: That was a vicious way to get out of that hold
Simone: It sure was Jason, I just wonder how much impact those kicks have with that painful leg.
Mac grabs the head of Mark Cross, pounds away with a closed fist to the back of Cross's head before setting him up for a Slam. Dropping Cross to the canvas and follows it up with a knee drop to the face with the other leg before going for the cover with his forearm across the face of Mark Cross
ONE!
TWO!
Mark Cross gets his shoulder off the canvas at the count of two as Mac drives forearms across the face of Mark Cross as Jacob Summers starts to use the five count
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Mac stops as the face of Mark Cross is now bruised because of the massive blows that Mac Bane had given him. He sets Mark Cross up once again for a slam and goes for another cover
ONE!
TWO!
And again Cross manages to kick out, touching his head to see whether he is perhaps bleeding or not but isn't. Mac drives a few elbows to the side of Mark Cross's head before pulling him up to his feet again and setting him up for a Powerbomb. Mac lifts Cross up in the air, only to have Mark Cross to free himself off the hold and executes a Frankensteiner as that sends Mac Bane drop hard on the canvas face first and then locks both legs for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE.....
But Bane kicks out at the final moment, the kick out sends Mark Cross towards his corner as Kat tags herself in as her brother gets up and stares into the face of his sister.
Simone: A family moment, how touching
Adams: I think that Mac realizes that he has to get out of the ring
Mac smiles and nods his head before tagging in Mikah, who jumps into the ring and hops around. The veteran against the younger sister of the champion but no strangers to each other. Mikah smiles and nods her head to Kat as both women circle each other.
Simone: I have looked forward to see these two get it on
Mikah looks at the tape that is across the back and the ribs of Kat, smiling as she points at it before starign back at the face of Kat. Who returns the action with a smile and then locks arms with Mikah as the two Bombshells are trying to get a position as Kat uses her weight advantage to get the upper hand on the veteran as she manages to get her in a Hammerlock, pushing her head between the shoulder blades of Mikah as that makes it impossible for Mikah to grab her by the head. Mikah finally manages to gain the upper hand as she bends forward and grabs a leg of Kat as she reaches through her own two legs. Pulling on Kat's leg as that forces her to fall on her back and in the process releases the Hammerlock that she had on Mikah. Mikah attempts to put Kat in a single Leg Boston but Kat manages to escape the grip by Mikah and gets to her feet in the corner. The two stare at each other as both of them nod at each other, realizing that both of them had each others number at one point as the crowd applaud them.
Adams: Both women are technically so sound, this will be a good one
Both women wrap each other's arms into each other once more, trying to find a point of balance and this time it is Mikah that gets the upper hand as she knees Kat against the ribs, causing her to lean forward. Mikah grabs Kat and executes a Snap Suplex and goes for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
Kat kicks out as she grabs her ribs in pain as Mikah wraps her legs around the ribs of Kat and squeezes hard as Kat tries to loosen the grip that Mikah has on her but the strength of the legs and the pains of the ribs is too much for Kat as Mikah squeezes tighter.
Simone: Is the pain too much for Kat to bear???
Adams: Well if she is anything like the world champ?? Then I hardly doubt she will ever give up!!!
Kat plants her feet on the canvas and uses them to push herself off the canvas and rolls towards the ropes as she manages to wrap an arm across the bottom rope as that forces Jacob Summers to have Mikah to release the hold. Kat rolls out of the ring, holding the ring apron as she is attempting to get some oxygen into her body as Mikah steps through the middle and top rope. Only to have Kat play possum on her as she was waiting on Mikah to get after her and pulls the foot underneath Mikah's body. This causes her to fall on the outside of the ring apron and on the concrete floor afterwards. Kat grabs the leg that got through the ropes first and starts to kick the thigh region before dropping an elbow. She quickly rolls in and out of the rign to break the ten count of Jacob Summers as she grabs Mikah by the hair and rolls Mikah back in the ring but holds on to her head as Mikah's head is still on the outside of the ring. Driving elbows on the chest area of Mikah before choking her from the outside as Jacob Summers starts to use the five count on her
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Kat rolls back in the ring, she grabs the legs of Mikah and falls backwards as this causes Mikah's throat to hit the bottom rope, causing her to cough out in agony. Kat gets up to her feet and holds her ribs in pain, but knows that she is in control of the match as she grabs Mikah by the head. Pulling her up to her feet as she sets her up for a Suplex, but Mikah grabs Kat by the waist and falls backwards while pulling Kat into the turnbuckles. Causing Kat to hit the turnbuckles with her face into the turnbuckles and her upper body buckles in an unnatural position.
Adams: Mikah always knows a way to counter her opponent.
Mikah grabs Kat from behind and pulls her up to her feet, setting her up for an Inverted Neckbreaker before going for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
Kat manages to get her shoulder off the canvas at the final moment as this causes Mikah to get annoyed. Grabbing the legs of Kat and locking her into the Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring and sits in deep as Jacob is in the face of Kat as she is trying to crawl over towards the ropes while screaming in pain.
Adams: Good grief!!! She is in utter pain!!!!
Kat is reaching for the ropes but is so far away as her gaze slowly gazes before she is out cold, causing Jacob to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match by submission!! The team of Mikah and Mac Bane!!!
Jacob raises the arms of Mac and Mikah in victory as Mikah rolls out of the ring while Mac is still in the ring while staring at his sister. He walks over towards her and wraps his arms around her as she is slowly trying to get back to her senses before lifting her up and walks out of the ring before walking with her in his arms to the back.
Simone: These two have such a strong bond that nothing will ever get between these two.
Adams: What a night it has been.
Simone: Heck of a night, but it's time for us to leave you till next week. Join us then for the Blast From The Past semi finals, as well as seeing seeing Evie Jordan teaming with Andrea Hernandez against Crystal Hilton and Seleana Zdunich, and much more action. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying goodnight everyone!
THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, JJ, Andy, Gerrit, Kat, Jen, Masque, Matt Knox, Jazz, Court, Geno, Shad, Todd, Annie. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and supercard banner and to everyone who roleplayed!